“All right gentlemen, we have a job to do. At approximately 01:30 tonight, three children made an escape. Our job is to find them and bring them back. Every minute the factory is down, I lose two thousand, seven hundred and thirty-eight dollars and forty-seven cents. Therefore, we must find them and find them fast. They were last seen heading south by southwest in three makeshift kites. We'll head in that direction, fanning out and using our heat sensors to track them. Any questions?" Tubaface raised his hand. "Yes?""Where do babies come from?""That question is wholly innapropriate to our present situation. Someone slap him.”

“We have rules One-Ear." The man smiled faintly at Mrs. Francis. "Ladies are not to be hacked apart with swords. It reflects badly on pirates in general and on our outfit in particular.”

“We are free to choose our paths, but we can't choose the consequences that come with them.”

“Why do I have to do the sewin'? 'Cause I'm a girl? Is that it? It ain't fair, I tell ya!”

“It's a lady with a stick. Are we pirates or what?" They pondered this fact for a moment."It's a big stick," observed one of his fellows.”

“We do not mind when [our Elders] load the Seven Deadly Sins on our backs but we object when they claim that we invented them.”

“I don't know where we should take this company, but I do know that if I start with the right people, ask them the right questions, and engage them in vigorous debate, we will find a way to make this company great.”