wallowinourgrief.mp3 Gibbs: Where's commodore? Jack: Fell behind. Gibbs: prayers be with him. Best not wallow our grief.
whatbodesill.mp3 Gibbs: Settin' sail without knowing his own heading. Something's got Jack vexed, mark words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all.
whatisinside.mp3 Gibbs: What is inside? Pintel: Gold? Jewels? Unclaimed properties valuable nature? Ragetti: Nothing bad, I hope?
whatittasteslike.mp3 Elizabeth: You won't be able to resist. You're going to want to know what it tastes like. Jack: I do know want to know what it tastes like.
whatsinsideit.mp3 Jack: Come to negotiate, eh, have you, you slimy git? Look what I got. I got jar dirt, I got jar dirt. guess what's inside it?
whatwhat.mp3 Will: But I do owe you thanks, Jack. Jack: You do? Will: After you tricked me onto that ship to square your debt with Jones... Elizabeth: What? Jack: (High pitched) What? Will: ...I was reunited with father. Jack: Oh, well, you're welcome, then.
yousmellfunny.mp3 Jack: You smell funny.