"Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! A toast to piracy and its many shiny rewards. As a career, what could be more rewarding? Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! I humbly accept this magnificent treasure as my reward for a life of villainy, larceny, skullduggery and persnickety-nee. Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! I raise a toast to honor my many shipmates lost at sea. Salute, mes amis. Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Rascals and scoundrels, villains and knaves. Drink up me hearties, yo ho! We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs. Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Drink up lads! There's treasure enough for all! I shall take this paltry sum as a stipend to cover my expenses, and a chest of jewels. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
"Drink up me hearties, yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! You know this song, parrot? Feel free to join in anytime. Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
"It’s Captain Jack Sparrow we're after, and a fortune in gold. Run up your white flag, you scurvy scum, and bring me Captain Jack Sparrow, or I'll be sending you to Davy Jones." "You will never get the gold! We will never surrender!" "Give 'em a broadside! Pound 'em lads, pound 'em! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!" "Barbossa—we’re going to sink your ship!" "Captain Jack Sparrow! Show yourself, you miserable cur!"
"Strike your colours you bloomin' cockroaches! Surrender Captain Jack Sparrow or by thunder we'll burn this city to the ground!" "Two shot holes Captain—one clean through the mizzenmast." "They need a bit of persuasion mateys. Fire at will!"
"Where be Captain Jack Sparrow? Speak up! Or do you fancy a swim with Davy Jones?" "Don't tell him Carlos! Don’t be chicken!" "Pipe the lubber aloft mateys. Where be Captain Jack Sparrow and the treasure ya' bilge rat?!" "Do not tell him, Carlos! No, no, no, no!"
"Ye come seeking adventure and salty pirates, eh? Aye, you've come to the proper place. You seek the legend. You seek Captain Jack Sparrow. But heed this warning: only a true pirate be fit to sail with Captain Jack. And that methinks is a perilous voyage for even the bravest of seafarers. So, then, who among you thinks ye has what it takes to join Captain Jack's ruddy crew? Say 'aye!'" "Aye!" "Ha! Then prepare to be put to the test, and face the trials of a pirate's life."
"So, if ye have what it takes to be a ruddy pirate, raise your fist in the air and let me hear you say 'Arr!'" "Arr!" "Arrrharharhar! That be what I'd like to hear! Now, muster up and stand at attention for Captain...Jack...Sparrow!"
"How did all of these people get in my cave?" "That's your new crew, Captain." "Why do I need a new crew in my cave?" "For the battle, sir." "Battle? What battle? [cannon fire] Ah, that battle! Batten down the hatches, mates, it's gonna get ugly! Relatively speaking."
"I'll see you to Davy Jones...Jones. Fire! [cannon fires at Jack] Apparently, I should've been more specific. Consider that a warning!" "Fire at will!" "Will?! Where are you, young William. Show yourself!"
"Ahoy there, Captain Jack!" "Ahoy back, strange, inexplicably talking skull in the sky." "Your new recruits have served you well. Prove themselves in battle, they did." "You have trained them well, my floating, curiously luminous friend."
"Well done, mates. I knew you had it in you. Now, come back in eight minutes and we'll do it all over again, eh?" "All right, mateys. Time to taketh the Pirate's Oath. Captain Jack, would you do the honors?" "It would be my honor to do the honors, which I will now do...now. Honorably. Raise your right hands, and I shall reciteth the Oath...th. Right, then. All who wants to be a pirate, say 'aye'! Perfect! Congratulations, you're all pirates. Welcome to me humble crew."
"Prepare to make sail! Yo ho, yo ho—" "Capital idea, Captain Jack! Come on, me hearties, join us in a round!" "Don't mind if I do." "Not that kind of a round! Sing, everyone!" "Yo, ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me. We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot, drink up me hearties yo ho! We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot, drink up me hearties yo ho!"
"Here now! I rather resent your implications, implicating that I was implicit and whatnot. I don't know anything about an amulet, much less had anything to do with taking one. Besides, had there been an amulet, I would have had to have known there had been an amulet in order to have taken an amulet what was there to be taken. Savvy?"
"And, if you remember, though you probably don't, as a lamebrain like you can barely seem to remember that the Florida coast is west of the Antilles, what I was refering to as 'stupid' was your plot to mutiny."
"Proceed carefully, Jack Sparrow. You've already drunk a sip of what the sea has in store for you. And be warned, the Sword is not the only curse Cortes has left behind." "No worries, love. From now on, it's only uncursed treasure for us. Riches are a perfectly fine way to secure freedom. Savvy?"
"What in the Seven Seas could you possibly want this piece of pawnshop trash for?" "Trash? The only trash I see here are two little boys lost at sea and a pathetic excuse for a seaworthy vessel!" "Hold it there, mate. This is my pathetic excuse for a seaworthy vessel, and you're standing aboard it, so you might want to show it, and me, her captain, some respect."
"This rum is half gone. WHY is the rum gone? I will TELL you why the rum is gone. This half-empty cask, which as of last night was full of rum bound for England, rum entrusted to this vessel to be carried in her hold until we reach our destination, rum intended to be sold to the taverns and cellars of England, to slake English thirsts is gone because several members of this crew that stands before me, this same crew of misbegotten scurvy sea dogs, crept down into the hold and GUZZLED it!"
"If Chamba hasn't explained, this is what's happening. We've got a rogue pirate closing in on us, and he's made his intention to attack us clear. The rogue pirates are the ones that give no quarter, savvy? That means they take no prisoners. If they capture us, we're all dead."
"I say, to hell with the Cutler Becketts of this world, and to hell with their so-called ‘legal’ ways of doing business. Once a pirate, always a pirate. I know that now, and I swear from now on, it's the pirate life for me!"
"Mates, I now libate—if there indeed be such a word, which I rather doubt—our lovely angel here. May she watch out for us, keep us safe, and guide us on our journeys! I christen thee...the Black Pearl!"
"Good afternoon, lovely ladies, and esteemed gentlemen. My apologies for my tardiness. I needed to assume more...suitable...attire." "If you must come in, Jacky boy, sit down and stop babbling." "And our esteemed Keeper of the Code, Captain Teague, of course."
"And who be ye, lad?" "Jack Sparrow. It's always regrettable to hear about the loss of a good ship, Captain Barbossa." "Aye, 'tis. And when we find the scurvy blackguard responsible, he can apologize to me little Polly personally, in Davy Jones's locker."
"Don't think the thought of mounting a search for Zerzura hasn't occurred to me, Captain. That was nearly the first thing I thought of, when I reached my new assignment." "The only problem with legends like that, is that most of them don't include treasure maps."
"Ah, Captain Sparrow! How nice that you could join us for luncheon. Allow me to introduce my houseguest. This is Viscount, Lord Reginald Marmaduke Bracegirdle-Penwallow, the EITC’s Director of African Affairs." "It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Penwallow." "Thank you, Captain Sparrow, and I must say the pleasure is all mine. It’s an honor to meet the captain who so nearly broke the record for sailing the Triangle—and on the vessel’s maiden voyage as an EITC ship, too! Well done, well done, Captain Sparrow!"
"About last night. Me memory is a bit...foggy." "I am not surprised by that. You were wounded and lost a fair amount of blood. I understand you took a knock on the head. And, of course, you were drunk." "All of those things are true. But I do remember watching you unhook your corselet, and let down your hair...and then you kissed me..." "Ah, you do remember." "But after we kissed... Nothing. Did we...?" "No. You fell asleep." "Oh. Me arm feels much better today. And I'm not a bit sleepy, now. Perhaps we can, er, remedy last night's, er, omission?" "I think that might be possible."
"Look at what a good influence you’ve had over me, these past five years." "Good influence! Jack, you still drink like a fish, gamble, and I long ago lost track of the wenches. Or, in the case of Esmeralda and Ayisha, ladies." "Ah, but think of how wicked I would have been if I hadn’t had you to slow me down, mate."
"Go on, Sparrow. What is it you want?" "Well, that will take a little while to enumerate, but I've got it all worked out. Do you mind if I sit down? I've had rather a rough day, all things considered..."
"Yes. You're right, the noble Captain Jack Sparrow can't just sit idly by and let gold—I mean, this fine young lady—sail off to her doom. Clearly, we must go after the go—I mean, the young lady. It's only right and proper. Crew! Trim the jib! Man the helm! We've got some rescuing to do!"
"I don't know what you're playing at, but I know you can hear me, Jack." "Oh, sorry. I presumed you must be addressing some other Jack, one who was not captain of the finest ship ever to sail the Seven Seas—since surely if you were addressing me, you would have said 'Captain Jack,' isn't that right?" "My apologies, Captain Jack."
"Billy Turner? Is it really you?" "Oh, hello, Jack. I wondered if I would see you here sooner or later." "But this is marvelous! This is your lucky day, old friend! It just so happens that due to surprising and unforeseen circumstances entirely beyond my control, there is a position available with my crew."
"But this is marvelous! This is your lucky day, old friend! It just so happens that due to surprising and unforeseen circumstances entirely beyond my control, there is a position available with my crew." "Tie up yer own cursed ship! I'm off to find a ship whose cap'n ain't barmy as a seagull." "Perhaps more than one position, then. Know anyone else who might want to join us?"
"I mean, you want me to join your crew. Thanks, Jack, flattered, but I'm not looking for work. I'm just trying to get home." "But Billy, lad! Take a look at my ship! The Black Pearl, Billy—remember the stories we used to hear about the fastest ship in the world? This is it! But it's even faster now." "Not faster than Davy Jones's ship, the Flying Dutchman." "Pfft."
"Come on, Bill—we're going to have grand adventures!" "Pirate adventures, you mean. No thanks, Jack. I have responsibilities now." "Yes. And how is the little wife?" "She's doing very well, Jack. I know she'd love for you to visit. And then you could meet our son." "Your what? Come again?" "Our son, Jack—we have a baby boy." "Oh. Did you name him Jack, by any chance?" "I'm afraid not, Jack. He's a William, like me."
"Wouldn't you like to take some pirate gold back to your baby-who-is-not-named-Jack?" "I left to make my fortune on a merchant ship, but we were attacked by Spanish pirates not far from here, and they stole the ship. I've been stranded on Tortuga ever since."
"What a most fortunate meeting this is. The gods have indeed given us their favor today. Please, come aboard the Empress so we can meet properly." "Oh, that's all right. Quite happy over here, thanks." "No, really. I insist." "An who is doing the inviting, if I might ask?" "Me? Is it not obvious? I am Sao Feng." "Sao Feng, Sao Feng. Nope, never heard of 'im." "Never heard of me! I'm only the fiercest captain to ever sail the South China Sea! The Seven Seas, in fact!" "The fiercest, eh? Then shouldn't you be the Pirate Lord of Singapore and the South China Sea? Last I heard, it was a fellow by the name of Liang Dao." "Liang Dao is my older brother. He inherited the title of Pirate Lord from our father."
"I never thought I'd get to go to India. Where does this Pirate Lord live?" "Around, er, these parts." "What our dear captain means is near Bombay. Sri Sumbhajee has been tormenting the ships going in and out of this port for years."
"If we can find Sri Sumbhajee's base before he knows we're there, then we attack with the element of surprise. I say we go in with guns a-blazing and swords held high and demand that he hand over his vial of Shadow Gold." "That is just the kind of original thinking I expect from you, Barbossa."
"Finding a new crew in Tortuga...I feel like we've been here before, Hector, don't you? What do they call that? Deja-booty?" "You leave it to me, Captain. I'll find us a new crew. I'll take care of everything." "Wonderful. Wake me once we'ree in the Atlantic, will you?"
"You are getting married? How far along are you?" "Ha! My groom has dreamy eyes and speaks fancy words, with lots of syllables." "My groom is a cap'n. Men all over the world speak his name..." [showing off her finger which wore engagement ring with a red-ish diamond] [showing off a very similar ring]"Perhaps you've heard of my fiancé?" [both]"Jack Sparrow?" [both growl in anger] "That scoundrel! Thinks he can marry the both of us!"
"Next time I see him, I'll be re-acquainting Jack Sparrow with the palm of my hand." "So will I. Not that I didn't trust Jack, but in case he got cold feet, I thought, perhaps, taking these out of his boat might slow him down a bit."
"Come on, doggy. It's just you and me now. It's you and old Jack. Come on. Come on. That's a boy. Good boy. Come get the bone. That's a good boy. Come on. A bit closer. A bit closer. That's it. That's it, doggy. Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy cur. (dog hears something) No, no, no. Don't do that. (dog runs away) No, no, no, no, no! I didn't mean it. I didn't..."
"Ah, but fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking."
"Well, I'm actually feeling rather good about this. [Turns to Weatherby Swann] I think we've all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually...Ecumenically...Grammatically? [To James Norrington] I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate. Know that. [To Elizabeth Swann] Elizabeth. It would never have worked between us darling...I'm sorry. [To Will Turner] Will...nice hat. Friends. This is the day that you will always remember as the day that—[Falls off]"
"Not a lot's known about Jack Sparrow before he showed up in Tortuga with a mind to go after the treasure of the Isla de Muerta. That was before I'd met him. Back when he was captain of the Black Pearl." "What? He failed to mention that." "He plays things closer to the vest now. And a hard-learned lesson it was. See, three days out on the venture, the first mate comes to him and says everything's an equal share. That should mean the location of the treasure, too. So, Jack gives up the bearings. That night, there was a mutiny. They marooned Jack on an island and left him to die, but not before he'd gone mad with the heat."
"I know why we're here. I meant, why aren't we doing what Mr. Sparrow said we should do, with the cannons and all?" "Because it was Mr. Sparrow who said it." "...You think he wasn't telling the truth?"
"I thought we might endure some ill-conceived escape attempt, but not from you." "On our return to Port Royal, I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He's a pirate!" "And a good man."
"Hold up there, you! It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock. And I shall need to know your name." "What do you say to three shillings, and we forget the name?" "...Welcome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
"What's your purpose in Port Royal, 'Mr. Smith'?" "Yeah. And no lies." "Well, then, I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out."
"No additional shot nor powder. A compass that doesn’t point North. [Then taking Jacks sword and looking at it] And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of." "But you have heard of me."
"Who makes all these?" "I do! And I practice with them...three hours a day!" "...You need to find yourself a girl, mate. Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you've already found one, and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?" "I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!"
"Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again." "You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you." "Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it?"
"Now, as long as you're just hanging there, pay attention. The only rules that really matter are these. What a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday. Now, me, for example, I can let you drown. But I can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesy, savvy? So...Can you sail under the command of a pirate? Or can you not?" "Tortuga?" "Tortuga."
"So you expect to leave me standing on some beach with nothing but a name and your word it's the one I need and watch you sail away in my ship?" "No. I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship, and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?" "But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need." "Of the two of us, I'm the only one who hasn't committed mutiny. Therefore, my word is the one we'll be trusting. Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because, in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse, same as you. Funny old world, isn't it?"
"I'm having a thought here, Barbossa. What say we run up a flag of truce, I scurry over to the Interceptor, and I negotiate the return of your medallion, eh? What say you to that?" "Now you see, Jack, that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead. Lock him in the brig."
"No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!" "Yes, the rum is gone." "Why is the rum gone?" "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" "But why is the rum gone?"Just wait, Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye open and you will see white sails on that horizon."
"I must admit, Jack, I thought I had you figured. But it turns out you're a hard man to predict." "Me? I'm dishonest. And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly...stupid."
"Captain Sparrow. The Black Pearl is yours." "...On deck, you scabrous dogs! Hands to braces! Let go and haul to run free. Now...Bring me that horizon. [hums to himself] And really bad eggs...Drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
"With no ship of our own to give chase, Will and I were forced, by circumstances, to take actions that some might consider piracy. We set sail aboard the Interceptor, a brisk and sturdy vessel formerly the British Royal Navy."
"Nassau. Lovely town. So much to see and do. But I'd picked a rueful time to visit, for the eve of my arrival the town came under siege by Black Smoke James—named for the cloud of black smoke he created to baffle his enemies. He was desirous to appoint himself magistrate of the island—a detail of grave concern to the man who a priori held the position."
"The situation was grim. The not-very-often heroic Will Turner had handed himself over as Barbossa's prisoner. While I was marooned once again on Rum Island. This time with the lady Elizabeth at me side, which improved the view dramatically. Nevertheless, we've no hope of escape."
"And for these crimes, you have been sentenced, on this day, to be hanged by the neck until dead." "Define 'dead'. Where did you get all that?" "The crimes of Captain Sparrow are notorious. Among our many sources, we have a detailed account of your recent criminal activities in the town of Port Royal." "'Criminal activities'? Nonsense. Port Royal would've been burnt to cinders if it were not for my heroic interventions."
"Will, lead her back to the ship! I'll keep these scallywags at bay with the point of me blade." "We can but humbly surrender to your dashing bravery and superior swordmanship." "Well, then. That certainly makes things easier."
"Have you gone mad? Your account couldn't be further from the truth. Elizabeth escaped on her own. It was you taken captive by Barbossa aboard the Black Pearl." "Yes, of course. So helpful to have you by my side, correcting my inaccuracy."
"Oh, 'tis an honor indeed to have you back aboard me ship." "My ship." "Jack Sparrow—" "Captain." "The man who vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. The man who sunk a French war galleon with naught but his cutlass and a diving bell." "The man who sacked Nassau Port without firing a shot. Mustn't leave that one out." "I've often wondered just how you managed to pull off such a trick." "Ah, therein lies a tale."
"...And preceded to eat his own finger, to which I replied, that's not right. Even if he did know where that finger's been. Ah yes, master Gibbs tells me you've taken her. So how is she? As beautiful as ever? A word of warning mate, once you've had a taste, you'll only want more. Lest you start to covet the Black Pearl for your own, know this. The wind is her true master." "Aye, it is." "To control the wind is to control her destiny." "Aye, it is!" "And there is a way to control the wind." "Aye...there is?" "Don't take my word for it. It's written in stone, on a thing called the Headstone." "The Headstone! we're not going back there, are we?" "You've done well so far. Now this is for your efforts. But, help me find the Headstone and I promise you it will be worth your while. The catch is, no map will lead you to it, but I happen to know where it's buried...Padres. Padres... Del Fuego you know, the volcano. Lava, natives chanting, headstone thrones." "Rough place, Padres, very shaky." "Go there at once! We wouldn't want to lose this prize to our dear friends in the Royal Navy. I'm told they're on the hunt already. When you get there, find Valentina. She might know where to start looking. And I will meet up with you there as soon as Master Gibbs here can ready the crew."
"Where's that yellow coward Sparrow? Beck, we had a deal! But Sparrow paid me double what you was payin'. A pretty piece of profit, too! So here's your gold back. 'Course I was going to reimburse you... as it were."
"No. If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?"
"No. You want you to find this, because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and or locating in your discovering the detecting of a way to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face. Savvy?"
"One word, love; curiosity. You long for freedom. You long to do what you want to do because you want it. To act on selfish impulse. You want to see what it's like. One day you won't be able to resist"
"I'll handle this, mate. Oi, fish-face! Lose something? Eh? Scungilli! [Mis-steps, falls down the stairs out of view. Pause, then Jack's hand, holding the jar comes back into view] Got it! Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git?! Look what I've got. [sing-song voice] I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it!"
"Have you noticed lately, the captain seems to be acting a bit strange...er?" "Setting sail without knowing his own heading. Something's got Jack vexed, and mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all."
"We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend, Captain Sparrow." "More acquaintance than friend. How do you know him?" "We've had dealings in the past. And we've each left our mark on the other." "What mark did he leave on you?"
"Why is Jack afraid of the open ocean?" "Well, if you believe such things, there's a beast does the bidding of Davy Jones. A fearsome creature with giant tentacles that'll suction your face clean off, and drag an entire ship down to the crushing darkness...The Kraken. They say the stench of its breath is like...Imagine, the last thing you know on God's green earth is the roar of the Kraken and the reeking odor of a thousand rotting corpses...If you believe such things." "And the key will spare him that?" "Now that's the very question Jack wants answered. Bad enough, even, to go visit...her." "Her?" "...Aye."
"Aye. And already the world seems a bit less bright. He fooled us all, right till the end, but I guess that honest streak finally won out. To Jack Sparrow!" "Never another like Captain Jack." "He was a gentleman of fortune, he was." "He was a good man."
"So we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks." "No. If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?" "So, we're going after this key." "You're not making any sense at all."
"You've been captain of the Black Pearl for thirteen years. That was our agreement!" "Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was viciously mutinied upon." "Then you were a poor captain, but a captain nonetheless. Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow? Ha ha ha!"
"You would sleep through your own hanging, Jack." "I just assumed they'd wake me." "There's only one hour until daylight, Jack. One hour to escape the hangman's noose." "Escape? My favorite two syllable word. You have a plan?" "Always. Just follow my lead, eh?"
"Company, Jack. Lots of company. You have to find the gypsy woman, Tia Dalma. She’s in Port Royal... somewhere. She can help you rally the pirate brethren, Jack, and that’s the only thing as might save our skins." "Normally I would oblige: however, regrettably, and lamentably, there’s not a sail in sight."
"Looks like you've seen a ghost." "I am haunted by a little agreement I made. The Black Pearl raised from the depths - in exchange for my soul, in servitude aboard the Flying Dutchman." "Not a very good deal." "Seemed like a good idea at the time. Now the devil wants his due, and... land. Must reach land!" "Where to, Jack?" "Port Royal. There's someone there... usually chock-a-block with helpful advice in such situations, savvy?" "And who is that?" "The beautiful yet quite exotic voodoo queen, Tia Dalma."
"Port Royal? Not exactly a safe place, is it, Jack? Beckett has a price on our heads." "Desperate men will go to desperate lengths. And better being hung than being someone's dinner, eh, mate? Now witness my desperate search for the voodoo queen, Tia Dalma."
"Cuttlefish. Eh? Let us not, dear friends, forget our dear friends, the cuttlefish. Flipper glorious little sausages. Pen'em up together and they will devour each other without a second thought. Human nature, isn't it? Or...or fish nature. So yes, we could hole up here, well provisioned and well armed, and half of us would be dead within the month, which quite seems grim to me any way you slice it. Or...uhhh...as my...learned colleague so naively suggests, we can release Calypso, and we can pray that she will be merciful—I rather doubt it. Can we, in fact, pretend that she is anything other than a woman scorned, like which fury Hell hath no? We cannot. Res ipsa loquitur, tabula in naufragio, we are left but with one option. I agree with, and I cannot believe the words that are coming out of me mouth...Captain Swann. We must fight."
"Ladies, will you please shut it? Listen to me. Yes, I lied to you. No, I don't love you. Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels. It is pronounced 'e-gre-gious'. By the way, no, I've never actually met Pizarro, but I love his pies. And all of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. Savvy?"
"Still thinkin' of runnin', Jack? Think you can outrun the world? You know, the problem with bein' the last of anythin', is by and by there'll be none left at all." "Sometimes things come back, mate. We're living proof, you and me." "Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it? There's never a guarantee of comin' back, but passin' on, that's dead certain." "...Summoning the Brethren Court, then, is it?" "It's our only hope, lad." "That's a sad commentary in and of itself." "The world used to be a bigger place." "The world's still the same. There's just…less in it."
"What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "No, what are you doing?" "What are you doing? "No, what are you doing?" "What are you doing…er, captain gives orders on the ship." "The captain of this ship is giving orders." "My ship, makes me captain!" "They be my charts." "Well, that makes you…chart man!"
"With me killed, you'd arrive at the Cove, find it a stronghold, nigh impregnable...able to withstand blockade for years. Then you'd be wishing, 'Oh, if only there was someone I had not killed inside to ensure that the pirates then come outside.'" "And you can accomplish all this, can you?" "...You may kill me, but you may never insult me. Who am I? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"You know, for all that pirates are clever clogs, we are an unimaginative lot when it comes to naming things. I once sailed with a geezer lost both of his arms and part of his eye." "What'd you call him?" …"Larry."
"Now...what do we have here?" "Jack?" [The Jailor hits Gibbs with a club] "Not necessary! You were saying?" "Jack...Sparrow is not my name. My name is Joshamee Gibbs." "Is that so? It says Jack Sparrow here." "I told 'em, I'm not Jack Sparrow, who I would be happy to identify to the court, if it would help my case." "I think that it would be a poor defense, unless you want to be bludgeoned again like a harp seal."
"Guilty?" "That's not fair!" [Crowd screams in approval] "Shut it! [Bangs his gavel] Joshamee Gibbs. The crime of which you have been found guilty of, is of being innocent of being Jack Sparrow. I hereby commute your sentence and order that you be imprisoned for the remainder of your miserable, moribund, mutton-chopped life."
"What about you, Jack? Last I heard, you were hell-bent to find the Fountain of Youth. Any luck?" "Circumstances arose and forced a compelling insight regarding discretion and valor." "Meaning, you gave up." "I did not! I am just as bent as ever. Hellishly so. I shall taste those waters, Master Gibbs. Mark my words."
"Hector. How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself." "Pirate? Nay. Privateer. On a sanctioned mission, under the authority and protection of the Crown." "As may be. But first. What has become of my beloved Pearl?" "I lost the Pearl as I lost my leg!" "Lost the Pearl?" "Aye. I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless." "If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it."
"I heard you were putting together a crew." "If enough people keep saying it, then it must be true." "I heard where you're headed. The Fountain." "Have you been there?" "Does this face looks like it's been to the Fountain of Youth?" "...Depends on the light."
"I hear-tell you've been to the Fountain." "There be a lot of hear-telling these days." "The Fountain of Youth." "Dearest Angelica, fret not. You still have a few usable years left." "[laughs] Always so charming. You didn't answer me." "Eh? Ah, regarding the Fountain. Waste of time."
"Milady! I see unseamenlike fellows of officious-looking nature!" "...Friends of yours?" "I may have unintentionally slighted some King or another." "...You haven't changed." "Implying the need?" "Yes. You betrayed me! You seduced me and you used me. I was innocent of the ways of men." "You demonstrated a lot of technique for someone I supposedly corrupted."
"Any of you sailed with him before? [the crewmen mutters] Any of you seen him before? [the crewmen mutters again] Stays to his cabin. No one's sailed with him, no one's seen him. Good news, gentlemen. This is not Blackbeard's ship. This is not the Queen Anne's Revenge–" "This be the Queen Anne's Revenge, right enough." "How do you know?" "I've seen the name. On the back of the ship."
"Gentlemen...sirs...fellow conscriptees...you have been monstrously deceived." "We are decepted, then?" "Yes. You've nay been informed of the destination. Death lies before us, as we sail...for the Fountain of Youth. It be a sorry plight, mate." "Death, for certain." "The garden of darkened souls." "Untimely our ends will be." "Unless—we take the ship." "We take the ship, then. Now!" "...Go on, then."
"I thought I should give you fair warning: we're taking the ship." "Desgraciado!" "It's nothing personal!" "Sparrow ven aqui o te arranco la cabeza!" "You might be better off if you just..." "Ya!" [shoves sword into door] "...stay out of it."
"Your words surround you like fog, make you hard to see." "And what of you? The mighty Blackbeard. Beheaded, they say. Still, your body swam three times around your ship, then climbed back onboard. And here you are, running scared." "Scared." "To the Fountain." "The Quartermaster sees things before they happen. He has foreseen my death, and so the fates have spoken. The threads of destiny woven." "You have a ridiculously high regard for fate, mate." "And you?" "Me? I'm skeptical of predicting any future...which includes me." "It be foolish to battle fate, but I'd be tempted to cheat it. I will reach the Fountain. You will lead me."
"That knife will serve you no better than the mutiny you devised." "Mutiny served me well. It gained me an audience with you." "Oh?" "Aye. To warn you. Regarding your First Mate, who pretends to be persons she is not." "Do tell." "She's not your daughter."
"You dare to speak thusly of my flesh and blood?" "Sir. The woman is consummate in the art of deception. I know. As I mostly unwittingly set her on her wicked path. Though I cannot claim credit for her existing abundance of natural talent." "Angelica. My beloved daughter, the one true good thing I have done in this life, and you claim to be the one who corrupted her?" "Sir. What she is, is pure evil. More to be feared than a wild beast. Hungry wild beast with gnashing teeth. Vengeful, hungry, from hell, beast..."
"Clergyman. On the off chance that this does not go well for me, I would like it noted here and now that I am fully prepared to believe in whatever I must, so that I may be welcomed into that place where all the goody-goodies get to go. Savvy?" "We have a word for that, Jack. You can convert." "I was thinking more of an as-needed basis."
"This is the way, isn't it?" "'Course it is. But we should go around to the east." "That would take us out of the path of the chalices." "Then we'll circle back." "There is no time." "You're the one who insisted on bringing a bloody mermaid." "Well, the mutiny didn't help!" "You walk like a girl." "You would know."
"You get to choose, Mr. Sparrow." "Oh. [points to each pistol] No. Mm...oh. [picks up one of them] Yes." "You're sure?" "'Course I am." [Blackbeard points the pistol at Angelica; Philip clutches his cross necklace. The pistol clicks.] [hands pistol to Gunner] "Again." [grabs another pistol] "They're not even loaded." [swings the pistol around, his crew ducks; points pistol at the sky, and it fires] "Again." "If you're so keen on killing her, why don't you just let her jump?" "What?" "If you jump and die, she will have her chance. [gestures at the pistols] Again."
"You." "No...you." "I was here first. You. Why are you here?" "Blackbeard sent me. Why are you?" "Silver Chalices for my royal liege." "Oh, please." [the Santiago starts to tilt] "Back, back! We have to balance it out!" "Right, then. What if...we each choose an item of approximately equal weight? [picks up a vase, ship tilts over again]" "Put it back! We touch nothing!" [a chest slides out] "But what about that?" "The Chalices." [Barbossa steps backwards, ship tilts once more, moving the Chalices towards him] "Oi! Why do you get to look first?" "Fine, then!" [they switch sides, ship tilts again, they crawl towards the chest and grab its lid] "...Together.""
"This is the woman from Seville." "Ah. You pretended to love her and left her and broke her heart." "Worse. I may have had...briefly, mind you...stirrings." "Stirrings?" "Stirrings." "What, like...feelings, you mean?" "No, no, no, no, no, not quite all the way to feelings. More like... [Gibbs raises eyebrow] All right, feelings, damn you." "And you left her still. Oh, that's low." "...Thank you.""
"So...You're not after the Fountain." "I care not for King George or tavern yarns that give hope for a healed limb. But I'd give my left arm for a chance at Blackbeard." "Not your right?" "I need me good arm to drive my poisoned blade through his heart." "I'll see you get the chance, mate."
"Admit it, Jack. You still love me." "If you had a sister and a dog...I'd choose the dog." "Treasure! There is a chest with jewels! Jewels with the power to rule the wind and tide!" "You're making that up." "Wait. I am with child...Yours." "I don't recall that we ever had—" "You were drunk!" "I've actually never been that drunk." "Wait. There's something I want to say to you. Something I wanted to say from the moment we first met." "...Go on then." "I love you." "...As do I. Always have, always will. [leans in close to kiss Angelica]...I gotta go."
"Gibbs, you filthy besotted shellback, you made it!" "Aye!" "And I trust we managed to profit from our joint enterprise?" "Feast your eyes. The compass led me straight and true." "What of Blackbeard's men, guarding the ship?" "I employed the selfsame maneuver we perfected in New Guinea."
"So the Pearl. Any idea on how to get her out?" "We shall need a crossbow, an hourglass, three goats, one of us must learn to play the trumpet, whilst the other one goes like this. [waves his fingers]" "I know a man with a goat." "Good, I can go like this. [waves his fingers]"
"Jack, I have to ask. You had the Chalices, the water, the tear. You could've lived, maybe forever." "The Fountain does test you, Gibbs. But better to not know which moment may be your last, every morsel of your entire being alive to the infinite mystery of it all. And who's to say I won't live forever, eh? Discoverer of the Fountain of Youth. [Gibbs chuckles] I have no say in it, Gibbs. It's a pirate's life for me. Savvy?"
"One ship was trying to escape from the smoke. And then, in the crow's nest, there was this young pirate. Boy! He stood there looking like... like a little bird. And from that day he earned himself a name that would haunt me for the rest of my days. Jack the Sparrow!"
"We should've never follow a luck less pirate and a witch to sea." "Right, that's it. Kill them all." "Kill me and, and I will be dead. And then the other dead won't be able to have their revenge against me."
"Smyth! Smyth is quite an unusual name. Did we not know once someone called Smyth?" "Shut your trap!" "What was her name? It's on the tip of me tongue." "You want to lose that tongue?" "Margaret Smyth!"
"He was a merchant marine! He was a respectable man who obeyed the law, and followed the rules—" "You think your father is the only man who ever lived the Glasgow life, telling folk one thing, and then going off to do another? There's quite a few who come here, hoping to amass enough swag to ease the burdens of respectable life. And they're all 'merchant marines.'" "My father did not think of my mother—his family—as a burden."
"Oh, 'tis an honor, indeed, to have ya back aboard me ship...The man who vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company...The man who sunk a French war galleon with naught but his cutlass and a diving bell." "The man who sacked Nassau Port without firing a shot..." "Jack Sparrow." "Captain. Mustn't leave that one out."
"Elizabeth, are you well? Everything shipshape and Bristol fashion? My tremendous intuitive sense of the female creature informs me you are troubled." "I just thought I'd be married by now." "I like marriage! It's like a wager on who will fall out of love first. You know, I am captain of a ship. I could perform a marriage right here on this deck, right now." "No, thank you."
"Remarkable. The last I saw of that ship, she was on fire. A blackened hulk sinking beneath the waves. We had a deal, Jack. I contracted you to deliver cargo on my behalf. You chose to liberate it." "...People aren't cargo, mate." "And you incurred a heavy debt to raise her up again, didn't you?"
"Now, far be it from me to give advice to you. But if I were me and you were you, we each have the same lack of trust on the other. Imagine you're me. You being me would propose that rather than you telling me, being you, where the Brethren Court is meeting, you'd lead me there instead. Whereupon, you could serve up to me the Pirate Lords, the nine pieces of eight, and the whole of the Brethren Court on a silver platter. And you being me...I would likely accept such an offer if I were you. Savvy?" "On a silver platter." "With a frilly linen napkin and a spicy banana on the side."
"Jack. I've just recalled. I've got this wonderful compass which points to whatever I want. So for what do I need you?" "Points to the thing you want most. And that is not the Brethren Court, is it?" "Then what is, Jack? "Me...Dead." [Beckett opens the compass. Jack dances to the left and the right, avoiding the arrow] "Damn. Although...it occurs: if I got what I wanted most, then wouldn't I wanted second-most, become the thing I wanted most? So if I kill you, then I can find Shipwreck Cove, is it...on my own. Cut out the middle man. As it were. Literally."
"There's more beneath the watermark here than meets the eye, hmm? [sighs] You used to have an honest streak. Let a man know where he stood with you, but I can't figure this at all." "Where did that honest streak end me up? Dead."
"Hello boys and girls...or whatever. My name is Captain Jack Sparrow. Ah, I take it some of you have heard of me. As you may well know, there are times...almost constantly, in fact, where I prefer to look at the world through the bottom of a glass. Rum...something like this. You may have also heard whisperings and rumors that Jack Sparrow be recruiting a crew, to undertake a voyage to the Fountain of Youth. Not true, course not. But even if it weren't not true, you wouldn't be interested in joining me, would you, eh? No, thought not. I do admit, that there be varied insubstantial dangers along the way, including, but not limited to, zombies, cutthroats, mermaids and the vicious and vivacious Penélope Cruz. Which is why I'm not going, no sir. Impossible to find the place anyway. No one knows where it is, plus I'd have to have a bloody map...or a Bloody Mary...or both. Which is not a bad idea, in fact, Bloody Mary. Bloody Marys all around! It's on the mouse. Barman..."
―Captain Jack Sparrow in the 2010 Comic Con announcement[src]
"I am informed that you have come to London to procure a crew for your ship." "Vicious rumors. Not true." "I'm quite certain that's what my minister told me. Jack Sparrow has come to London to procure a crew." "It may be true that that's what you were told. But it's nonetheless false that I have come to London to procure a crew." "Then you lied to me when you told me you were Jack Sparrow." "No, no. I am Jack Sparrow. And I am in London. But I am not here to procure a crew. That is someone else." "Ah. You've brought me the wrong wastrel. Find Jack Sparrow and dispose of this impostor."
"Pirate? Privateer. On a sanctioned mission, under the authority and protection of the Crown." "As may be. But first. What became of the Pearl?" "Lost." "Lost?" "I defended her mightily. But she be sunk, nonetheless." "If that ship be lost, properly, you should be lost with it." "Aye. In a kinder world."
"I heard you were putting together a crew." "If enough people keep saying it, then it must be true." "...Is that your tooth?" "Aye. I broke it, swallowed it, passed it, sifted it, retrieved it, polished it...fashion."
"The Quartermaster. The man with no eyes. He's known as eleri ipin, witness of fate. He sees things happen before they happen. He's never wrong." "I can do that too, if you don’t count women, weather, and other things that are hard to predict."
"I wonder...does it work because it works, or because you believe that it works?" "Or because I want you to believe that it works?" "Or because you want me to believe you are only pretending for it to work? When in fact, it does. Nothing is beyond you, Jack. You are unpredictable. Untamable. That's why I'm drawn to you." "You smell lovely, but that's beside the point." "When are you going to admit, Jack Sparrow, that you want me?" "I want you. Next question."
"We require a mermaid's tear. So, we require a mermaid." "So?" "You ever seen a mermaid? You start with a shark. Give them weapons. And make them all women." "Beautiful women?" "Did you miss the part about the sharks?"
"Clergyman. On the off chance that this does not go well for me, I would like it noted here and now that I am fully prepared to believe in whatever I must, and be welcomed into that place where all the goody-goodies want to go once they pop their clogs. Savvy?"
"This is the woman from Seville." "Ah. You pretended to love her and left her and broke her heart." "Worse. I may have had...briefly, mind you...stirrings." "Stirrings?" "Stirrings." "What, like...feelings, you mean?" "No, no, no, no, no, not quite all the way to feelings. More like...stirrings."
"Smyth? Smyth? What an exotic name, Hector. Didn't we once know someone named Smyth? Don't tell me, it's coming to me... I'll pull the memory straight from the abyss..." "Be warned, Jack!" "I'm remembering the visage of a pretty young lass. A fair beauty with one undeniable flaw — you." "Shut your trap!" "Now what was her name? The one you were revoltingly entwined with twenty years ago? She's on the tip of my tongue..." "You're about to lose that tongue!" "No, don't help me. I'll get it. It was a royal name — regal as the creature it adorned. Margaret! Margaret Smyth! I can picture her as if she were standing in front of me!"