Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

You'd best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner. You're in one.

— From what I hear tell of Captain Barbossa, he's not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one.
— Then I'd say it's a good thing I'm not a fool.

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

— What sort of a man trades a man's life for a ship?
— Pirate.

— What code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
— Pirates' Code. «Any man who falls behind is left behind».
— No heroes amongst thieves, eh?

— How far are you willing to go to save her?
— I'd die for her.
— Oh, good. No worries, then.

More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga. Savvy? I'll tell you, mate if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted.

But you know, even a good decision, if made for the wrong reasons, can be a wrong decision.

Come on, doggie. It's just you and me now. It's you and old Jack. Come on. Come on, that's it, boy. Good boy. Come and get the bone. That's a good boy. Come on. A bit closer. A bit closer.
That's it. That's it, doggie. Come on, you filthy, slimy, mangy cur. Oh, no. Don't do that. No, no, no, I didn't mean it. I didn't...

Wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!

Sticks and stones, love. I saved your life, you save mine, we're square.

— So, what now, Jack Sparrow? Are we to be two immortals locked in an epic battle until judgment day and the trumpets sound?
— Or you could surrender.

The Code is more what you'd call guidelines than actual rules.

— I'm told it's the latest fashion in London.
— Well, women in London must have learned not to breathe.