Elizabeth Swann: It’s real!
Norrington: My God. You actually were telling the truth.
Jack Sparrow: I do that quite a lot. Yet people are always surprised.
Will Turner: With good reason.
Marty: It’s a key.
Jack Sparrow: No. Much more better. It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen. What do keys do?
Pirate no. 2: Keys unlock things?
Mr. Gibbs: And whatever this key unlocks, inside there’s something valuable. So we’re setting out to find whatever this key unlocks.
Jack Sparrow: No. If we don’t have the key, we can’t open whatever we don’t have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don’t have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?
Mr. Gibbs: So we’re going after this key.
Jack Sparrow: You’re not making any sense at all.
Barbossa: So tell me, where are we going? And what is the condition of my ship?
Marty: Is it just me, or does the Captain seen a bit strange…er??
Lord Cutler Beckett: Every man has a price which he will willingly accept. Even for that which he never wanted to sell.
Davey Jones: Can you live with yourself Jack? Can you live with condemning an innocent man – a friend – to a life of solitude?
Jack Sparrow: Yep, I’m good with it.
Jack Sparrow: Is this a dream?
‘Bootstrap’ Bill Turner: No.
Jack Sparrow: Thought not. If it were, there’d be rum.
Davey Jones: Thirteen years you’ve been captain of the Black Pearl. That was our agreement.
Jack Sparrow: Technically, I was only captain for two years before I was viciously mutinied upon.
Davey Jones: Then you were a poor captain but a captain none the less!
Will Turner: …then I’ll return here to marry you.
Elizabeth Swann: Properly.
Will Turner: Eagerly, if you’ll still have me.
Elizabeth Swann: If it weren’t for these bars, I’d have you already.
Gibbs: What bodes ill for Jack bodes ill for us all.
Jack Sparrow: What are you doing here? You look bloody awful.
Norrington: You hired me. I can’t help it if your standards are lax.
Jack Sparrow: You smell funny.
Lord Cutler Beckett: A marriage interrupted… or fate intervenes?
Davey Jones: Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?
Jack Sparrow: Have you not met Will Turner? He’s noble, heroic, terrific soprano, worth at least four, nay three and a half. And did I happen to mention he’s in love? With a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing them to be joined in holy matrimony, eh?
Jack Sparrow: Mr. Gibbs… I feel sullied and unusual.
Davey Jones: Do you fear death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds lay bare, all your sins punished?
Jack Sparrow: You know, these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin.
Elizabeth Swann: You came back. I always knew you were a good man.
Jack Sparrow: Where’s it gone? Where’s the thump-thump?
Will Turner: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: What, indeed.
Gibbs: The sea…?
Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil…?
Jack Sparrow: A woman!
Jack Sparrow: I’ve got a jar of dirt! I’ve got a jar of dirt! And guess what’s inside it?
Governor Weatherby Swann: Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of there. Now, where’s that dog with the keys?
Elizabeth: Because you and I are alike and there will come a moment when you have a chance to show it. To do the right thing.
Jack: I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
Jack Sparrow: My incredibly intuitive sense of the female creature tells me you’re troubled.
Jack: Why is the rum always gone? (staggers drunkenly into the wall) Oh, that’s why.