"When I came up to breathe, ready to dive again, even though I knew 'twas hopeless, two of me crew, witless one-eyed Ragetti and his grinnin’ imp of a friend Pintel, grabbed me jacket and pulled me into their boat. Fools they be, but I'm grateful to 'em."
"We know you're here, poppet." "Poppet." "Come out... and we promise we won't hurt you. We will find you, poppet. You've got something of ours, and it calls to us. The gold calls to us." "Gold." "Hello, poppet."
"If an adversary demands parley, you can do them no harm until the parley is complete." "To blazes with the Code." "She wants to be taken to the Captain. And she'll go without a fuss. We must honor the Code."
"Never sat well with Bootstrap, what we did to Jack Sparrow. The mutiny and all. He said it wasn't right with the Code. That's why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you, as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed...and remain cursed." "Stupid blighter—" "Good man."
"Careful! Careful!" "You stupid fish!" "Actually it's a cephalopod." "Serves you right." "Pin, I bet people would pay a shilling to see this. And another shilling for a sketch of them sitting atop!" "Pintel and Ragetti, Kraken slayers." "We could serve up a slice as a souvenir."
"It would make us feel a whole lot better, regarding our fortunes, if we could see that "item" you told us about." "On the charts." "Aye." "With our own eyes." "To help put an ease to our burden of guilt, so to speak."
"This was your idea. And the fact that I went along does not make you any less stupid." "It don't make you no more smart neither." "Yes, it does! My lack of instigating stupid ideas makes me smarter by omission."