Elizabeth Swann

— Aye, we're good and lost now.
— Lost?
— For certain you have to be lost to find a place as can't be found. Elseways, everyone would know where it was.

— Why is the rum gone?
— One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high. The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance — that they won't see it?
— But why is the rum gone?

— Jack... It would never have worked out between us.
— Keep telling yourself that, darling.

— Sao Feng is dead. He fell to the Flying Dutchman.
— He made you captain? They're just giving the bloody title away now.

— My intuitive sense of the female creature informs me that you are troubled.
— I just thought I'd be married by now. I'm so ready to be married.

Do you like pain? Try wearing a corset.

— So that's it, then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum.
— Welcome to the Caribbean, love.

— Who is this betrayer?
— Not likely anyone among us.
— Where's Will?
— Not among us.

— What sort of a man trades a man's life for a ship?
— Pirate.

— I'm here to find the man I love.
— I'm deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.
— Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.

— 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.

— We are very much alike, you and l. I and you. Us.
— Except for a sense of honour and decency and a moral centre. And personal hygiene.

The Brethren will still be looking here to us, to the Black Pearl to lead. And what will they see? Frightened bilge rats aboard a derelict ship? No. No, they will see free men and freedom! And what the enemy will see is the flash of our cannons. They will hear the ring of our swords, and they will know what we can do. By the sweat of our brows, and the strength of our backs, and the courage of our hearts. Gentlemen, hoist the colours.

— I'm told it's the latest fashion in London.
— Well, women in London must have learned not to breathe.