Elizabeth... It would never have worked between us, darling... I'm sorry.
Oi! No, no. More wood. Big fire. Big fire. I am Chief. Want big fire.
— Jack, I have to ask... You had the chalices, the water, the tear... You could have 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. I have no say in it, Gibbs. It's a pirate's life for me. Savvy?
Of the two of us, I am 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.
— You know, for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you're well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew
out of Tortuga. And you're completely obsessed with treasure.
— That's not true. I am not obsessed with treasure.
— Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
— You stole my boat.
— Actually — borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you.
— Anna-Maria!
— I suppose you didn't deserve that one either.
— No, that one I deserved.
Scarlett! Not sure I deserved that. Giselle! I may have deserved that.
I'm not one to complain normally, but this basket's full of heads.
Or perhaps the reason you practise three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?
Hector, I think you should know, she's a horologist.
Yes, sir, I know. But why? Why would he do that? Because he's a lummox, isn't he? We shall have a magnificent garden party, and you're not invited.
