[the former slaves have taken the Spanish ship - as the Spaniards return, their boats are destroyed by the ship's cannons]
Henry Hagthorpe: Didn't I tell you I was a gunner, sir?
Dr. Peter Blood: You did that, you son of a Yorkshire steer - and bless your rusty heart, it's a gunner you are!

Prosecutor: Peter Blood... guilty or not guilty?
Dr. Peter Blood: It's entirely innocent, I am!

Arabella Bishop: I believe you're talking treason.
Dr. Peter Blood: I hope I'm not obscure.

Arabella Bishop: Oh, forgive me for not recognizing you, Dr. Blood. You're so changed... and for the better.
Dr. Peter Blood: The Governor tells me I have you to thank for that.
Arabella Bishop: You don't sound very grateful, Dr. Blood.
Dr. Peter Blood: Do you suppose I'd be grateful for an easy life, when my friends are treated like animals? Faith, it's they deserve your favors, not I. They're all honest rebels. I was snoring in my bed while they were trying to free England from an unclean tyrant.

Dr. Peter Blood: [Captain Blood kills Levasseur]
And that my friend ends a partnership that should never have begun.

Dr. Peter Blood: How was I to know, be dad, that a devil could have... that a devil could have an angel for a niece.

Dr. Peter Blood: I've resented you because your name's Bishop. My thoughts have lumped you with your uncle. How was I to know, be dad, that a devil could have... that a devil could have an angel for a niece.
Arabella Bishop: From a resentful man that is a pretty fair compliment.

Dr. Peter Blood: If your wit were as big as your voice, me dear, it's the great man you'd be by this.

Dr. Peter Blood: It seems that you're continually doing me favors. Faith, I don't know why.
Arabella Bishop: Neither do I. Yes I do. It's because you're so very grateful and always thank me so prettily.
Dr. Peter Blood: Sure now, you don't blame me for resenting you and your favors?
Arabella Bishop: This is interesting. I've had men tell me they had reasons for admiring me... and some few have even laid claims to reasons for loving me. But for a man to store up reasons for resenting me... how refreshing! You must tell me a few of them.

Dr. Peter Blood: My business was with his wounds, not his politics.
Baron Jeffreys: Did you know the law that any person who does knowingly receive, harbor, comfort or succor a rebel is as guilty as if he himself bore arms?
Dr. Peter Blood: I only knew my sacred duty as a physician.
Baron Jeffreys: Your sacred duty, rogue, is to your king!
Dr. Peter Blood: I thought it was to my fellow man.