Randomly selected lines from the POTC trilogy scripts, posted once a day.
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Randomly selected lines from the POTC trilogy scripts, posted once a day.
The group look at her, half-thinking she's crazy, half-hoping she's not. Gibbs THUMPS his hand hard upon a table.
BARBOSSA: You. Maid. Your father. What was his name?! (grabs her roughly) Was your father William Turner?!
Swann is distressed by that; briefly, he makes eye contact with Norrington. Both men quickly look away. Swann picks up his quill, resumes his distasteful task.
BECKETT: Really? To ensure Mr. Turner's freedom, then. But what of you and Jack? And what of me? I'll still want the compass. Consider that in your calculations.
Elizabeth can't believe that's what he noticed. Indignant, she steps away from him.
JACK: Even if that was my plan -- and I'm not admitting to anything -- there's not a tinker's chance of it coming off anymore. (to Elizabeth) Is there?
BELLAMY: It's an outrage! Port tariffs and berthing fees and cargo unloading fees per cargo tonnage and wharf handling and heaven help me, pilotage!
GILLETTE: You understand this ship cannot be crewed by only two men. You'll never make it out of the bay.
JACK: Stop it! Stop! You're giving me a terrible headache -
Norrington turns and swings; a wild SHOT goes off -- the Irishman ducks backward, slips, falls into a table --
The deck slants; the ship is sinking. Pirates swarm across on ropes, and take control of the Interceptor.
JONES: Shall not harm us! into the abyss.
ELIZABETH: Consider into your calculations that you robbed me of my wedding night.
GIBBS: Jack gave hisself up for the sake of his loyal crew. He was marooned on an island, left there to die.
Captain William Turner stands on deck, looking out toward the Black Pearl. Bootstrap steps up beside him.
JACK: A chest of of unknown size and origin.