"Mother's love! Jack. You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. It's bad luck." "Ah, 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." "...Aye, that'll about do it."
"I'm going after the Black Pearl...I know where it's going to be, and I'm gonna take it." "Jack, it's a fool's errand. You know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl." "That's why I know what Barbossa is up to. All I need is a crew." "From what I hear tell of Captain Barbossa, he's not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one." "Well, then I'd say it's a very good thing I'm not a fool, then, eh?"
"...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 work 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."
"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."
"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."
"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."
"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."
"Aye, Whitecap Bay! Every worthless seaman fears the name, and rightly so, though few know why or dare to ask." "Be the stories true?" "Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs, or forever leave it to the whiter fields of fancy." "...Mermaids, captain?" "Aye. Mermaids. Sea ghouls, devil fish, dreadful in hunger for flesh of man. Mermaid waters, that be our path. Cling to your soul, Gibbs, as mermaids be given to take the rest, to the bone."
"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.""
"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?"
"How are we doing?" "Counting those four? That gives us four. I've written a letter to my brother-in-law. He's a lawyer in London. Good one. Nothing better happen to me." "I make no promises." "You'd best be coming up with a new plan, Jack, and it better not be relying on that Compass. The whole crew knows it ain't worked since you was saved from the gallows."
"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."
"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, nor ever claimed to be. I was making inquiries as to the whereabouts of Jack Sparrow. Who I'd learned had come to London. And who I would be happy to identify to the court, if it would help my case."
"You were saying?" "Jack...Sparrow is not my name. My name is Joshamee Gibbs." "Is that so? It says Jack Sparrow here." "I was making inquires as to the whereabouts of Jack Sparrow. Who I'd learn had come to London. And who I would be happy to identify to the court if it would help my case."
"Hand it over!" "You cannot expect I’d be trusting you just like that, for nothing." "Gibbs. This all be naught but—theater. In truth, I stand before you a man reformed, reborn, long since given up me evil ways." "A tool of the Crown." "A loyal subject, possessing no will of my own and desiring none, bound by the mandate of my sovereign—"
"Hand it over." "You cannot expect I'd be trusting you just like that for nothing." "In truth, I stand before you a man reformed. Reborn. Long since given up me evil ways." "A tool of the crown." "A loyal subject, possessing no will of my own and desiring none, bound by the mandate of my sovereign."
"Every worthless seaman fears the name, and rightly so, though few know why or dare to ask." "Be the stories true?" "Listen that your voice should quiver like a fiddle string! Say what robs you of your staunch heart, Gibbs, or forever leave it to the whiter fields of fancy." "...Mermaids, captain?""