Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest

— You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. A great sailor, until he run afoul of that which vex all men.
— What vexes all men?
— What indeed?
— The sea.
— Sums.
— The dichotomy of good and evil.
— A woman.

— But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a lifetime of servitude in your name while you roam free?
— Yep. I'm good with it.

These clothes do not flatter you. It should be a dress or nothing. I happen to have no dress in my cabin.

— 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.

Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?

— Is this a dream?
— No.
— I thought not. If it were, there'd be rum.

— I'll watch your back.
— It's me front I'm worried about.

No worries, mates. Tia Dalma and I go way back. Thick as thieves. Nigh inseparable, we are. Were. Have been. Before.

— It's real. You actually were telling the truth.
— I do that quite a lot, yet people are always surprised.

— 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.

— Mr Gibbs, we have a need to travel upriver.
— By need, do you mean a trifling need? Fleeting? As in, say, a passing fancy?
— No, a resolute and unyielding need.

— 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.

I got a jar of dirt! I got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it?

Why is the rum always gone?

— It's a key.
— No. Much more better. It is a drawing of a key.

— 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.