"You. Corner of Dock Street and Third Avenue. You come for the wedding?" "Clearly." "You shouldn't have. And by that, I mean, you shouldn't have." "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!"
"You're not believing the trickery in those locks, are ya?" "There's no trickery here!" "Oh, then it must be elsewhere, is that it?" "Pony up for this one, you'll be scraping a barnacle from the hull for a week!" "Hussy!" "Priss!" "Jezebel!"
"We're rich." "We have goats." [Scarlett and Giselle laugh before being shackled by the Auctioneer] "I...I am rich. I have goats. I regret to inform you that, as facilitator of this transaction, I take in form of commission a fair percentage."
"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."