Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

— If this is a dream, you can keep the sword and boots on. If it's not...
— It's a dream.

— Wait... I am with child. Yours.
— I don't recall that we ever had...
— You were drunk.
— I've actually never been that drunk.

— Five days underway, at least.
— Aye. You can tell that by the smell of the sea?
— Smell of the crew.

— Ah, you pretended to love her, then you left her and broke her heart.
— Worse. I may have had, briefly, mind you... stirrings.
— Stirrings?
— Stirrings.
— What? Like feelings, you mean?
— No, no, no. Not quite all the way to feelings. More like... All right, feelings, damn you.
— And you left her still. That's low.
— Thank you.

— Stealth over force. I'll take it from here on account of your condition. You don't have termites, do you?
— I appreciate your concern, Jack, but I'll be keeping you company all the same.

I support the missionary's position.

— I heard you're putting together a crew.
— If enough people keep saying it, it must be true.

— What has become of my beloved Pearl?
— I lost the Pearl as I lost my leg.
— Lost the Pearl?
— Aye. I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless.
— If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it.

— Jack... have you ever, in fact... seen with your own eyes... the Fountain of Youth?
— I'm sorry, could you repeat the question, please?

— He bought that?
— I sold that.

— I hate you.
— The bloke who saved your life?
— The years I possess, stolen from my own father.
— I only helped Blackbeard do what any father should have done.

— That knife will serve you no better than the mutiny you devised.
— Mutiny served me well. It gained me an audience with you.

My heart is pierced by Cupid...
I disdain all glittering gold...
There is nothing can console me...
But my jolly sailor bold...
Come all ye pretty fair maids,
Whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold
That ploughs the raging sea...