I say we kill 'em all now. "I say"? What's this "I say"? Disobey my orders again like that...

Scroop: I say we kill 'em all now. John Silver: "I say"? What's this "I say"? Disobey my orders again like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me - you'll be *joinin'* him! Scroop: Strong talk, but I know otherwise. John Silver: You got somethin' to say, Scroop? Scroop: It's that boy. Methinks you have a soft spot for him. John Silver: Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one thing, and one thing only: Flint's trove! You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some nose-wipin' little whelp? Scroop: What was it now? "Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya!" John Silver: Shut yer gap! I cozied up to that kid to keep 'im off our scent! But I ain't gone soft!