— Okay, listen. I'm sorry about last night. I really want to make it up to you.
— No. You know, there's no need to make it up... How?
Every man is innocent until speculated guilty.
When tragedies strike, we try to find someone to blame. In the absence of a suitable candidate, we usually blame ourselves.
There was no point in saying you were sorry if you aren’t.
Joshamee Gibbs, the crime of which you've been found guilty of... is being innocent of being Jack Sparrow.
So crimson and clover, sugar and salt,
I'm mentally fucked and it's all your fault.
Only don't tell me you're innocent... because it insults my intelligence.
— I blame myself.
— And I blame you too.
And no one thinks they are to blame
Why can't we see
That when we bleed we bleed the same