These are not men like us, but strange beasts with bodies that shine like the sun, and weapons that spout fire and thunder. They prowl the earth like ravenous wolves, consuming everything in their path.

It can look like Ratcliffe's knickers, for all I care, just as long as we get off this stinkin' boat!

I'd help you to dig, boys, but I've got this crick in me spine.

[to Pocahontas]

You must choose your own path.

They're not like you and me, which means they must be evil!!!