Dash: [answers door] Hey, Lucius! Lucius: Hey, Speedo, Helen, Vi, Jack-Jack. Bob: Hey, hey! ICE of you to drop by. Lucius: Ha! [unenthusiastically] Lucius: Never heard that one before.
Carl Denham: [talking to Jack across the ravine] Why, you wouldn't follow that beast alone? Jack Driscoll: Someone's got to stay on his trail while it's hot!
Jonathan Mardukas: [seeing Jack Walsh leave his sunglasses perched on the car's dashboard] What's that for? Jack Walsh: A little inside joke between me and Alonzo.
Lock: [of Jack] There he is! Barrel: Alive! Shock: Just like we said! Mayor: [throws Jack a ladder] Grab ahold, my boy!
[after breaking Jack out of jail] Will Turner: Hurry, someone would have heard that. Jack Sparrow: Not without my effects.
Jack Sparrow: Come on you filthy, slimy, mangy cur, [dog slinks away] Jack Sparrow: no no no no no no no I didn't mean, I didn...
Miles Raymond: She tell you she was married? Jack: Yeah. Miles Raymond: So what the fuck were you thinking? Jack: Wasn't supposed to be back 'til six. Fucker rolls in at five.
Stephanie: [to Jack as she is beating him with her motorcycle helmet] I hope you die! [stops beating Jack and looks at Miles] Stephanie: You too! Miles Raymond: Me?
Jack: Somebody had to do the talking. And by the way, I was right. She's not married. Miles Raymond: How do you know? Jack: No rock. When she came to the bar, sans rock.
[as Jack sketches her in the nude] Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. Jack: He does landscapes.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man. Jack: And chew tobacco like a man. Rose: And spit like a man! Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
Jack Frye: You want me to bribe senators? Howard Hughes: I don't want them bribed, Jack. I want this done legal. I want them *bought*.
Mine is the least fat diet in the world.
I'll assure you this: I will have nothing to do with politics.
Jack Crabb: Grandfather, I am glad to see you. Old Lodge Skins: Glad to see you too, my son. My heart soars like a hawk. Do you want to eat? I won't eat with you, because I'm gonna' die soon. Jack Crabb: Die, grandfather? Old Lodge Skins: Yes, my son...
Perfection is not attainable, but if we chase perfection we can catch excellence.
The smaller the head, the bigger the dream.
[...] she hadn't realised how much she missed the company of women who laughed, women who spoke their own minds, women who didn't give a shit for anything.
Stay a dreamer, and you'll never have your dream; get down in the nitty-gritty, and when you get your dream you see what horseshit it was in the first place.
Jack," said Charles, "he's making up words again." "Yes," Jack replied, "but he's getting better at it, don't you think?
So …” Jack clears his throat. “We …” Is Jack Coombs at a loss for words? I guess we don’t have to worry about the performance since the world is clearly going to end.
