Movie: Treasure island (1982)

- Black Mark? It's like an agenda. An invitation to the devil.

That's what, sir, I will speak frankly even at the risk of quarreling with you. I don't like this expedition, I don't like your sailors, I don't like my assistant. That's it, short and clear.

I'm ready to clean this doctor's boots with rum!

- He is. "Black Dog" came to visit his old ship friend... His Billy.

- Have you seen the sea devil?
- I saw. It's just unclear. But my friend Sandy Gabbort saw it for sure.
It was Christmas Eve. And we've been out of the Clyde for seventeen days. And we had a hard time. We were walking north. And all the time a good wind was blowing. But one day... all the gear suddenly began to ring strangely, like a whole demonic chorus, so that the blood was frozen in the veins. And Sandy was standing at the stakes and we couldn't see him at the mainmast where we were fastening the sails.
And all of a sudden, Sandy screams! We all rushed to him. And he only managed to say that..."there, at the bowsprit, a sea devil emerged from the water... "
Half an hour later, Sandy died. And the sea immediately calmed down.
- And what was it like?
- What was it like? God forbid we all know this.

Who's there?! I was shut down, who's there?! ... Ah, I've shut myself down!

- I cut off the boat anchor rope and took the "Hispaniola" in this secret place where you'll never find her.
- What happened to O'brien?
O'brien killed Hands.
- And The Hands?
- Died of fright.
Who scared him?
- J.
- I do not understand. You scared O'brien and took the Hands in such a hidden place we'll never find him - that I understood.
But who was sent to the poor light Jack with a poisoned arrow in the head? If you are the killer of Jack, I parrot silver!
Pieces of eight... pieces of eight... pieces of eight..

- Harry! Harry, run, I tell you! Caution! Caution.
- Ah! Well, Jim's dead? A tricky job is not up to snuff.
- Gob! Gunpowder! The wick! Ah! Joe, leave the boy! Drop it! Ah!
- Damn! Blast it... Bang!

Remember what I tell you: one glass of rum to you, of course, will not kill, but if you drink one glass, you will want to drink more and more. And I swear my wig: if you don't stop drinking, you will very soon die. Okay? - So remember, I tell you in good faith: the word "rum" and the word "death" for you now are one and the same.

It appeared that my curiosity was stronger than fear. How I cursed the cowardice of our neighbors! As I was angry at my poor mother for her honesty and her greed, for her past courage and her present weakness!

I could look for these villains, if not money? What they need besides money? For what, besides money, they would risk their skin? For a lot of money.

Who is this bastard?
- You! Because you can't keep your mouth shut.

The appearance is not too attractive, but, judging by their faces they were all people desperate courage...

To hell with the treasure! The sea, and the treasure, makes me dizzy.