Captain Walker D.Plank: Blast it! Now we'll have to follow the San Andreas before we take her. And I did so want to terrorize a few pleasure craft before we went after them. Oh, well.
Gordon 'Gordo' Leiter: [to Captain Plank, after James has accepted to replace Trevor on the plank] James for Trevor? A rotten trade.
Trevor Noseworthy IV: [looking at the San Andreas] Of course, Pater's yacht is ever so much better appointed than this tub!
Gordon 'Gordo' Leiter: No more earthquakes? What are people in California gonna do for fun?
Pirate: Should we be feeling the quake this close, sir?
Captain Walker D.Plank: What do I look like, a seismologist?
Horace 'IQ' Boothroyd: [on the ship] I don't feel so good.
Trevor Noseworthy IV: What's the matter, IQ, old boy? Feeling seasick? Why, these are calm seas! It's a piece of cake!
Horace 'IQ' Boothroyd: Don't mention food!
[goes to throw up]
Gordon 'Gordo' Leiter: [on the pool's diving board, mocking Trevor] Oh, please, Mr.Pirate, don't make me walk the plank! Take the girls, take anyone!
[makes some whining sounds]
Trevor Noseworthy IV: [getting on the board] This is an outrage! I'm going to tell Mr.Milbanks on you! I'll see you in...
[Gordo dives into the pool, making the board swing]
Trevor Noseworthy IV: [stumbling] No... help!
[the fully clothed Trevor falls into the pool]
James Bond Jr.: Trevor always did seem a bit of a drip.
Jaws: [brandishing an axe] You're about to get a spalling headache, Bond.
Captain Walker D.Plank: Well, well. Young Bond. I expected you to show up.
James Bond Jr.: How clever of you, D.Plank. But I've got a little surprise.
[shows him a smoke device]
Captain Walker D.Plank: [laughing] What is it? A videogame?
Captain Walker D.Plank: [to the hostages] This is your captain speaking.
Captain Walker D.Plank: I've always wanted to say that. This is so inform James Bond that, unless his surrenders in two minutes, one of his friends will walk the plank.
[to his men]
Captain Walker D.Plank: Pick one.
[a pirate takes Trevor to bring him to the plank]
Trevor Noseworthy IV: No, not me, I'm too prolish to die!
[looks at Phoebe and Tracy]
Trevor Noseworthy IV: Take her! Or her! Please!