— Barbossa! Marry us!
— I'm a little busy at the moment!
— Barbossa, now!
— Fine then. Dearly beloved, we be gathered here today, to nail your gizzards to the mast, you poxy cur.
— I suppose in exchange, you want me not to kill the whelp.
— No, no, no. Not at all. By all means, kill the whelp. Just not yet.
The Code is more what you'd call guidelines than actual rules.
Carina: Who am I to you?
Barbossa: [reverently] Treasure.
— 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?
— Three have already been sunk, sir. They've been sunk by a captain called Salamander.
— Samovar.
— Salazar.
I'm curious. After killing me, what is it you're planning on doing next?
— You don't know what this is, do you?
— It's a pirate medallion.
— This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortés himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies. But the greed of Cortés was insatiable. And so the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.