Post by Jack Sparrow on Aug 10, 2003 20:54:13 GMT -5
Pintel: Ten years of hoarding swag.
Ragetti: And now we’re finally getting to spend it. [they empty a trunk and it turns out to be full of ladies’ clothes; they both pick up parasols]
Pintel: Once we’re quit of the curse we’ll be rich men. And you can buy an eye that actually fits and is made of glass.
Ragetti: This one does splinter something terrible. [rubs it]
Pintel: Stop rubbing it. [ Bo’sun walks by and rolls his eyes at them]
[in the boat] Will : [sees a skull] What code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
Jack : Pirate’s code. Any man that falls behind is left behind.
Will : No heroes amongst thieves, eh?
Jack : You know for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you’re well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the Fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga [they both look at the gold on the bottom of the little river] …and you’re completely obsessed with treasure.
Will : That’s not true. I’m not obsessed with treasure.
Jack : [looks in on the gathering] Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
Barbossa: Gentlemen, the time has come! Salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end.
Will: Elizabeth .
Barbossa: For ten years we’ve been tested and tried and each man have you (?) here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again! [the men cheer]
Ragetti: Suffered I have.
Barbossa: Punished we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crime. Here it is [throws off the chest’s lid] …the cursed treasure of Cortez himself. Every last piece that went astray we have returned…save for this. [points to the medallion on Elizabeth ’s neck]
Will : [scrambles up, upsetting some of the treasure] Jack !
Jack : [pulls him down] Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment.
Will : When’s that? When it’s of greatest profit to you?
Jack : May I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor, I know it’s difficult for you but please stay here… and try not to do anything stupid.
Barbossa: And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?
Pirates: Us!
Barbossa: And whose blood must yet to be paid?
Pirates: Hers!
Barbossa: You know the first thing I’m goin’ to do after the curse is lifted…eat a whole bushel of apples. [takes up the knife] Begun by blood, by blood undone.
Will : [hits Jack with oar] Sorry, Jack , I’m not going to be your leverage.
Elizabeth : [her palm is cut] That’s it?
Barbossa: Waste not. [drops the medallion; there is an anticipation to see if it worked]
Pirate: Did it work?
Ragetti: I don’t feel no different.
Pintel: How do we tell? [Barbossa shoots him]
Pirate: You’re not dead.
Pintel: No. He shot me!
Twigg: It didn’t work. The curse it still upon us!
Barbossa: You, maid! Your father, what was his name? Was your father William Turner ?
Elizabeth : No.
Barbossa: Where’s his child? The child that came from England eight years ago, the child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner . Where? [backhands her]
Bo’sun : You two. You brought us the wrong person!
Pintel: No! She had the medallion, she’s the proper age. [ Will motions for Elizabeth to follow him into the water; she takes the medallion with her]
Twigg: You brought us here for nothing.
Barbossa: I won’t take questions and no second guesses now… (?), Master Twigg.
Pirate: Who’s to blame? Every decision you’ve made has led us from bad to worse.
Pirate 2: It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!
Bo’sun : And it’s you who brought us here in the first place.
Barbossa: Any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak! Hmm?
Pirate: I say, we cut her throat and spill all her blood, just in case.
Barbossa: [sees the monkey pointing] The medallion! She’s taken it! Well, after her! You pack of ingrates.
Bo’sun : The oars have gone missing. Find them!
Pintel: [spots Jack ] You. You’re supposed to be dead!
Jack : Am I not? [looks down on himself] Hmm. [finds pistols pointed at him] Puhluley, puhlulehvoos, parleli, parsmi, pasley, parle, parle…
Ragetti: Parlay?
Jack : Parlay! That’s the one. Parlay! Parlay!
Pintel: Parlay? Damned to the depths whatever man who thought of parley.
Jack : That would be the French.
Ragetti: And now we’re finally getting to spend it. [they empty a trunk and it turns out to be full of ladies’ clothes; they both pick up parasols]
Pintel: Once we’re quit of the curse we’ll be rich men. And you can buy an eye that actually fits and is made of glass.
Ragetti: This one does splinter something terrible. [rubs it]
Pintel: Stop rubbing it. [ Bo’sun walks by and rolls his eyes at them]
[in the boat] Will : [sees a skull] What code is Gibbs to keep to if the worst should happen?
Jack : Pirate’s code. Any man that falls behind is left behind.
Will : No heroes amongst thieves, eh?
Jack : You know for having such a bleak outlook on pirates you’re well on your way to becoming one. Sprung a man from jail, commandeered a ship of the Fleet, sailed with a buccaneer crew out of Tortuga [they both look at the gold on the bottom of the little river] …and you’re completely obsessed with treasure.
Will : That’s not true. I’m not obsessed with treasure.
Jack : [looks in on the gathering] Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
Barbossa: Gentlemen, the time has come! Salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end.
Will: Elizabeth .
Barbossa: For ten years we’ve been tested and tried and each man have you (?) here has proved his mettle a hundred times over and a hundred times again! [the men cheer]
Ragetti: Suffered I have.
Barbossa: Punished we were. The lot of us - disproportionate to our crime. Here it is [throws off the chest’s lid] …the cursed treasure of Cortez himself. Every last piece that went astray we have returned…save for this. [points to the medallion on Elizabeth ’s neck]
Will : [scrambles up, upsetting some of the treasure] Jack !
Jack : [pulls him down] Not yet. We wait for the opportune moment.
Will : When’s that? When it’s of greatest profit to you?
Jack : May I ask you something? Have I ever given you reason not to trust me? Do us a favor, I know it’s difficult for you but please stay here… and try not to do anything stupid.
Barbossa: And who among us has paid the blood sacrifice owed to the heathen gods?
Pirates: Us!
Barbossa: And whose blood must yet to be paid?
Pirates: Hers!
Barbossa: You know the first thing I’m goin’ to do after the curse is lifted…eat a whole bushel of apples. [takes up the knife] Begun by blood, by blood undone.
Will : [hits Jack with oar] Sorry, Jack , I’m not going to be your leverage.
Elizabeth : [her palm is cut] That’s it?
Barbossa: Waste not. [drops the medallion; there is an anticipation to see if it worked]
Pirate: Did it work?
Ragetti: I don’t feel no different.
Pintel: How do we tell? [Barbossa shoots him]
Pirate: You’re not dead.
Pintel: No. He shot me!
Twigg: It didn’t work. The curse it still upon us!
Barbossa: You, maid! Your father, what was his name? Was your father William Turner ?
Elizabeth : No.
Barbossa: Where’s his child? The child that came from England eight years ago, the child in whose veins flows the blood of William Turner . Where? [backhands her]
Bo’sun : You two. You brought us the wrong person!
Pintel: No! She had the medallion, she’s the proper age. [ Will motions for Elizabeth to follow him into the water; she takes the medallion with her]
Twigg: You brought us here for nothing.
Barbossa: I won’t take questions and no second guesses now… (?), Master Twigg.
Pirate: Who’s to blame? Every decision you’ve made has led us from bad to worse.
Pirate 2: It was you who sent Bootstrap to the depths!
Bo’sun : And it’s you who brought us here in the first place.
Barbossa: Any coward here dare challenge me, let him speak! Hmm?
Pirate: I say, we cut her throat and spill all her blood, just in case.
Barbossa: [sees the monkey pointing] The medallion! She’s taken it! Well, after her! You pack of ingrates.
Bo’sun : The oars have gone missing. Find them!
Pintel: [spots Jack ] You. You’re supposed to be dead!
Jack : Am I not? [looks down on himself] Hmm. [finds pistols pointed at him] Puhluley, puhlulehvoos, parleli, parsmi, pasley, parle, parle…
Ragetti: Parlay?
Jack : Parlay! That’s the one. Parlay! Parlay!
Pintel: Parlay? Damned to the depths whatever man who thought of parley.
Jack : That would be the French.