Will Turner

— This is either madness or brilliance.
— It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide. Everyone, stay calm. We are taking over the ship.

No cause is lost if there is but one fool left to fight for it.

— Jack. Elizabeth is in danger.
— Have you considered just locking her up somewhere?
— She is locked up, bound to hang for helping you.
— There comes a time when one must take responsibility for one's mistakes.

— Put it away, son. It's not worth you getting beat again.
— You didn't beat me. You ignored the rules of engagement. In a fair fight, I'd kill you.
— Then that's not much incentive for me to fight fair, then, is it'?

— You're the one they're hunting. The pirate.
— You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?
— I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates.
— Well, it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So if you'll excuse me?

— Where's Elizabeth?
— She's safe, just like I promised. She's all set to marry Norrington, just like she promised. And you get to die for her, just like you promised. So we're all men of our word, really. Except for Elizabeth, who is, in fact, a woman.

— He roped a couple of sea turtles?
— Aye, sea turtles.
— What did he use for rope?
— Human hair. From my back.

— Who makes all these?
— I do. And I practise with them three hours a day.
— You need to find yourself a girl, mate.

— How can we sail to an island that nobody can find — with a compass that doesn't work?
— Aye, the compass doesn't point north. But we're not trying to find north, are we?

— Everyone, stay calm. We are taking over the ship.
— Aye. Avast.
— This ship cannot be crewed by two men. You'll never make it out of the bay.
— Son, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?

— I'm losing her, Jack. Every step I make for my father is a step away from Elizabeth.
— Mate, if you choose to lock your heart away, you'll lose her for certain.

— You want me to find this?
— No. You want you to find this, because the finding of this finds you incapacitorially finding and/or locating in your discovering a way to save your dolly belle, ol' what's-her-face. Savvy?
— This is going to save Elizabeth?
— How much do you know about Davy Jones?
— Not much.
— Yeah, it's going to save Elizabeth.

— You loved her. She's the one. And then you betrayed her.
— She pretended to love me. She betrayed me.
— And after which betrayal did you cut out your heart, I wonder?

— William, tell me something. Have you come because you need my help to save a certain distressing damsel? Rather, damsel in distress? Either one.
— No.
— Well, then you wouldn't be here, would you? So you can't be here. Q. E. D., you're not really here.

— We're going to steal the ship? That ship?
— Commandeer. We're going to commandeer that ship. Nautical term.