Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

I once knew a Spaniard named... something in Spanish.

Carina: Who am I to you?
Barbossa: [reverently] Treasure.

— Three have already been sunk, sir. They've been sunk by a captain called Salamander.
— Samovar.
— Salazar.

— I think, we should tell each other where our treasures are buried, just in case one of us survives.
— Good idea.
— You go first.
— My treasure is buried between two crossed palm trees, in an unmarked grave in Aruba. What about yours?
— I haven't got any.

Do you even have a ship? A crew? ...pants?

Hector, I think you should know, she's a horologist.

I'm not one to complain normally, but this basket's full of heads.

— How would you like to die, pirate? Hanging, firing squad, or a new invention: the guillotine.
— Guillotine? Sounds French. I love the French. Did you know that they invented mayonnaise? How bad could it be? It's French. Oh, well, then. I've changed me mind!

— The price of crossing my door is blood, Captain.
— That explains why you're not so busy.

— What are you?
— Death.