Jonathan Clark: ...As for your countess Solaniva, you can tell the 'ol wench she can swim to Alaska for all I care.
Deacon Greathouse: Be sure to tell her to take the inland passage, we don't want her to scare the seals.

Jonathan Clark: We *shall* be married!
Countess Marina Selanova: After the hanging? Or before?

Paul Shushaldin: I advise you to find a crew within 48 hours. I'm not a man to be trifled with.
Portugee: Me, I don't trifle with men either.

Eustace, Hotel Clerk: [indicating the Portugee] Er, this gentleman is with your party?
Jonathan Clark: This gentleman is no gentleman. He's a sea-going thief who makes his living stealing seals from the Russians. He neither bathes, shaves, nor knows the feel of good clean linen. When the moon is bright, he stays out all night and howls like a dog, then curls up and sleeps on the floor till midday. That right, Portugee?
Portugee: He knows me pretty good.

Portugee: Hey, you... you? How you like to sign on as first mate, huh?
Deacon Greathouse: Cast off, Portugee. For as vinegar to the teeth and smoke to the eyes, so is the sound of your voice to the ears of an honest man.

Portugee: My friend we don't sail on no tide.
Paul Shushaldin: Huh?
Portugee: We got no crew.
Paul Shushaldin: But you told me you had a crew!
Portugee: That's for true. This morning I have crew. You see them boys? Best crew in whole world. I steal them from Boston Man. Now, no crew! Boston Man steal them back... I think he is a thief.

Portugee: When the Portugee make a deal it's a deal!