Ann: How dare you, Captain. Are you the man responsible for having my fiancé attacked and brought here like … some common thief?
Captain Bly: Your fiancé?
Bart: Darling, now don't blame the Captain. He didn't know, he thought I was somebody named Maverick.
Ann: You poor boy. And who is he?
Roger Cushman: Who is he?
Captain Bly: My new stoker, ma'am.