- Steve Reynolds, the one-legged cook: [singing] I don't bother work, work don't bother me; I'se fo' times happy as a bumblebee. Eats and sleeps mos' all th' time; I don't give a dog-gone if the sun don't never shine.
- Ship's Captain: Work's going to bother you, you lazy son-of-a-sea cook. Get below and prepare me some grub!
- Steve Reynolds, the one-legged cook: Yore remarks is entirely too personal, Suh!
- Sailor: So my hearty, you would play the hog. Give me that Chart or I will wring your neck.