The Coachman: How would you blokes like to make some real money?
[Lays a large bag of money on the table]
Foulfellow: Well! And who do we have to, eh...
[Makes throat-slashing motion]
The Coachman: No, no. Nothing like that. You see...
[Looks around to see if anyone is listening; Foulfellow does the same]
The Coachman: I'm collecting stupid little boys.
Foulfellow: Stupid little boys?
The Coachman: You know, the disobedient ones who play hooky from school.
Foulfellow: Ohh!
The Coachman: And you see...
[Whispers in Foulfellow's ear; Gideon puts his ear to Foulfellow's other ear so he can listen as well]
The Coachman: And I takes 'em to Pleasure Island.
Foulfellow: [nods in agreement] Ah, Pleasure Island.
[suddenly shocked]
Foulfellow: Pleasure Island? But the law! Suppose they...
The Coachman: No, no. There is no risk. They never come back... as BOYS!
[leans in close to camera and smiles wickedly]