Jack (whilst flinging a member of the ovine herd): Fie on Aguirre!
Ennis: Fie on Aguire, verily, aye, sir, but what if we must be in the employ of such a scurvy scroyle such as he, hence from now? We must come to a satisfactory solution, Sir Jack.
=aside= Fran
Thou art welcome!
=aside= Sandy
Thanks for the R+J and 12th Night references! Thou dost rock!