Sydney: Keep hold of him, Captain. When you drink this poisoned laced whiskey, Ralls, you'll be out of mine and Angelique's life for good.
Duke: That's no way to treat a Psychic, is it?
Sydney: Psychic? You can see the future?
Duke: Yup, in about 4 seconds, that boy behind me is gonna get strangled with his bow tie, the Captain's going to choke on that glass, and that bottle is going up you where the sun don't shine.
Sydney: Oh....uh...let him go, Captain.
