You... You have a touch of destiny about you, William Turner!
You know me?
You want to know me..
There will be no knowing here! We've come for help and we're not leaving without it. [to Tia Dalma.] I thought I knew you.
Not so well as I had hoped.
You... You have a touch of destiny about you, William Turner!
You know me?
You want to know me..
There will be no knowing here! We've come for help and we're not leaving without it. [to Tia Dalma.] I thought I knew you.
Not so well as I had hoped.
You know I demand payment.
I brought payment. Look. [shoots Jack the monkey, which cannot die.] An undead monkey! Top that!
You know of Davy Jones, yes? A man of the sea. A great sailor. Until he ran afoul of that which vexes all men.
What vexes all men?
What, indeed?
The sea?
Sums?
The dichotomy of good and evil?
A woman.
See, it was a woman. He fell in love...
No, no, no, I heard it was the sea he fell in love with.
Same story, different versions. And all are true. You see, it was a woman. As harsh, changing and untamable like the sea. Him never stopped loving her...
Davy Jones cannot make port. Cannot step foot on land but once every ten years. Land is where you are safe, Jack Sparrow. [handing Jack a jar of dirt] Therefore you must take land with you.
Dirt. This is a jar of dirt.
Yes.
Is the jar of dirt going to help?
If you no want it, give it back.
No.
Then it helps.
If there was anything could be done to bring him back... Elizabeth...
Would you do it? Hmmm? What... would you? Hmmm? What would any of you be willing to do? Hmmm? Would you sail to the end or the earth, and beyond, to fetch back witty Jack and 'im precious Pearl?
Aye!
Aye!
Aye!
*Squawk!* Aye, aye!
Yes.
Aye.
Good. But if you're goin' brave de weird and haunted shores at World's End, den... you will need a captain who knows dose waters.
So tell me, what's become of my ship? [bites into an apple.] Har har har ha!
Now all that's left is to climb aboard Davy Jones's crocodile machine or whatever it's called. [to crew offscreen] What's the bloody thing called? Flying what..? Dutchman!
I shall help you find the compass if you'll do strange things to my dog. His name is Tim.
Let's put some distance between us and this island and head out to open sea.
Yes to the first and yes to the second but only insofar as we I'll just start that take again shall I?
Good idea.
The charge is conspiring to set free a man convicted of... [sighs]
I can't read my own writing. Crimes, thank you very much.
The charge is conspiring to set free a man legally lawfully I'm sorry I'm slightly confused about what version we're doing. Shall I say it or does Jonathon say it?
It's my line, dear.
Oh, sorry.
That's mine, bitch!
Are you certain? [loud creaking sound]..... [quietly] Sorry.
Why fight when you can negotiate? All one needs- [realizes a dreadlock is stuck in the jar of dirt] [Will cracks up laughing] Help?
There is a female presence on board, sir. All the men have felt her- [rest of the crew crack up laughing] No, they haven't felt her...
Your recolciliatory reacaliotory relalaltrltyyua LA. There, I said it, I feel better for it.
Again! Again!
Kill him!
If you want to brave the weird, and haunted shores at World's End, then... [tries to move, realizes her dress is stuck on a table] I'm stuck, sorry.
Y' have a touch of destiny about you, William… Turner.
You know me?!
Would you like to "know" me?
There'll be no "knowing" while we're here.