You. Corner of Dock Street and Third Avenue.
- You come for the wedding? - Clearly.
You shouldn't have. And by that. I mean, you shouldn't have.
You are getting married? How far along are you?
Ha! My groom has dreamy eyes and speaks fancy words, with lots of syllables.
My groom is a cap'n. Men all over the world speak his name...
- Perhaps you've heard of my fianc�? - Jack Sparrow.
That scoundrel! Thinks he can marry the both of us!
Auction Take a Wench for a Bride
It's the happiest day in a girl's life.
My lords!
My lords! Lads, chaps, masters, esquires and gentlemen of fortune!
I present to you such loveliness as to make you weep.
Such grace as will strike you sober!
- Each wench... - certified virginal.
Pure as snowflakes they are. Least-wise in spirit, if not flesh.
- How dare you! - Where is Jack?
Now, first item up for bid, 20 pieces of silver. Do I hear 20?
- Five! I bid five! - I'm not... Five? Five?
I say that. Five. I have five.
Five...
Do I hear ten? These are treasures beyond measure.
- Twenty for the redhead. - Do I hear 30? Seeking 30.
- Thirty! Thirty! Do I hear 40? - Aye! Forty for the redhead!
- Step aside, jolie fille. - We want the redhead!
It's advertising, is it then? Fine.
Ten for the one with the flaxen hair!
Ooh, flaxen!
- Fifty for the redhead! - Fifty! Fifty, do I hear 60?
- Sixty! - Fifteen for the fla...Uh, for the not-redheaded.
- I have been egregiously underbid upon! - Seventy for the redhead!
You're not believing the trickery in those locks, are ya?
- There's no trickery here! - Oh, then it must be elsewhere, is that it?
Pony up for this one, you'll be scraping a barnacle from the hull for a week!
- Hussy! - Priss!
Jezebel!
Wildcats! I bid 200 for the pair!
- Two-twenty-five! - Offering them as a lot!
Two-fifty!
Three hundred!
Three-fifty!
- We bid 400! - We?
- We formed a corporation. - Five hundred!
- Five-fifty! - Six hundred!
- Six-seventeen. - And a goat!
Nigel, you love that goat.
- You love that goat. - And a goat!
Seven hundred and two goats!
Seven hundred and two goats it is!
- Seven hundred? - We're rich.
We have goats.
I...I am rich. I have goats.
I regret to inform you that, as facilitator of this transaction, I take in form of commission a fair percentage.
- How much? - One hundred percent.
- You can't do that! - As owner of the property disposed, in fact I can.
- No one owns me. - We're not property.
Are they for sale or not?
Wait! Lower your cannons!
I traded for them fair and square, meaning I can do as I like,
including resell at profit. It says so right over here in the hallowed pirate Code!
Aye, the Code be the law as always.
And woe to anyone who shows it any disrespect.
So...for the sake of argument...
this stocking I was wearing...
Hold on.
- ...you own this? - Absolutely.
- And if I sing a sing, you own that, too? - Undoubtedly.
Fine. Then own this.
You're gonna pay for that!
No! Wait! Sold to the man with the goat!
I only borrowed the goat!
Buyer's remorse! They're still yours!
No! Don't you see? This is all the doing of one man! Jack Sparrow!
Where?!
I don't believe it. He shot the Code.
Captain Teague'll have his head.
Get him outta here!
Be not deterred, gentlemen. I have a fresh consignment of fine Peruvian llamas due in a fortnight. (Some guy): Gently, gently...
- Gently, gently... - Lock up the Code! Strike the wenches!
And if any of ye ever speak a word of this...
I'll have your tongue.
- Aye, sir. Mum's the word. - Mum's the word.
Next time I see him, I'll be re-acquainting Jack Sparrow with the palm of my hand.
So will I. Not that I didn't trust Jack, but in case he got cold feet,
I thought, perhaps, taking these out of his boat might slow him down a bit.
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Subtitle created Andry Nugroho Setiawan