Okay, here's one or two...
Liz: What are we going to do?
Jack: The question isn't "what are we going to do," the question is "what aren't we going to do?"
Will: Please don't say were not going to take the ship home. Please don't say were not going to take the ship home. Please don't say were not going to take the ship home.
Jack: [to the camera] If you had access to a ship like this, would you take it back right away?
[beat]
Jack: Neither would I.
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Will: Why'd you kick me?
Jack: Where's your brain?
Will: Why'd you kick me?
Jack: Where's your brain?
Will: Why'd you kick me?
Jack: Where's your brain?
Will: I asked you first.
Jack: How can we pick up Lizzie if Beckett is there with her?
Will: I said for her to be there alone and you freaked.
Jack: Now, I didn't hit you. I lightly slapped you.
Will: You hit me. Look don't make me participate in your stupid crap if you don't like the way I do it. You make me get out of bed, you make me come over here. You make me make a phony phone call to Cutler Beckett? The man could squash my (censored) into oblivion. And-and-and then, and then, you deliberately hurt my feelings. *sniffle*
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Barbossa: Any calls?
Answering Machine: [computer voice] You have no messages.
Barbossa: Odd. Better check the outgoing.
Answering Machine: [Barbie's voice] If you utter so much as one syllable, I'LL HUNT YOU DOWN AND GUT YOU LIKE A FISH! If you'd like to fax me, press the star key.
Barbossa: Hmm. Hmm. Oh well *shrugs*