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.