The boat's Captain:

I don't think these people realise I'm waiting to unload the hold; I don't want to buy any insurance... or passengers, or whatever it is he's going on about. I just want to get these lemons off my boat, we came in two hours ago and I said I'd meet the mate and crew in The Skinned Weasel on Quay No. 4. What?

"No, I...er, no you don't understand... to where? No, you see, this is cargo, yes I have the papers somewhere, a citrus licence? I didn't know, I never... uh..."