We've picked up all our money--not worse than the imperial tax collectors.

I could not tell which was ours, so I picked up all the money.

But if they have buried some of the gold, forgive us, Captain--we are not peasants to plough the ground.
Laughter.

Haggart also laughs.
"Let them sow, we shall reap." "Golden words, Noni.

Eh, Tommy, listen to what the Captain is saying.
And another thing: Whether you will be angry or not--I have broken the music.