Stop it! Will! Guard the chest! No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to...

Elizabeth Swann: [as Will, Jack, and Norrington fight] Stop it! Will! Will Turner: Guard the chest! Elizabeth Swann: [indignantly] No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to settle... oh, fine! Let's just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other! That will solve everything! I've had it! I've had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates! [starts throwing rocks at them] Elizabeth Swann: Enough! This is madness! [faking] Elizabeth Swann: Oh! Oh, the heat! [pretends to faint, then opens one eye to see that none of them have noticed]

Will! - Guard the chest! - No! This is barbaric! This is no way for grown men to... Oh, fine! Let's just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other. That will solve everything! I've had it! I've had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates! How'd this go all screwy? Well, each wants the chest for hisself. Mr. Norrington, I think, is trying to regain a bit of honor, old Jack's looking to trade it, save his own skin, then Turner there, I think he's trying to settle some unresolved business 'twixt him and his twice-cursed pirate father. - Sad. - This is madness! That chest must be worth more than a shiny penny. Terrible temptation. If we was any kind of decent,