Nobody move! I dropped my brain.

— You're mad.
— Thank goodness for that, because if I wasn't, this would probably never work.

All right, you're in. Don't need you. You scare me.

Death has a curious way of reshuffling one's priorities.

Heady tonic, holding life and death in the palm of one's hand.

— 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 should I sail with any of you? Four of you have tried to kill me in the past. One of you succeeded.

Ladies! Will you please shut it? Listen to me. Yes, I lied to you. No, I don't love you. Of course it makes you look fat. I've never been to Brussels. It is pronounced «egregious». By the way, no, I've never actually met Pizarro, but I love his pies. All of this pales to utter insignificance in light of the fact that my ship is once again gone. Savvy?

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

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

— That's the trick, isn't it? To survive?
— It's not just about living forever, Jackie. The trick is living with yourself forever.

— You've always run away from a fight.
— Have not.
— You have so.
— Have not.
— You have so, and you know it.
— Have not. Slander and calumny. I have only ever embraced that oldest and noblest of pirate traditions. I submit that here now that is what we all must do. We must fight to run away.

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

— Look at them all.
— There's not been a gathering like this in our lifetime.
— And I owe them all money.

You add an agreeable sense of the macabre to any delirium.