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Jul. 14th, 2006 11:44 pmHey, for anyone who wants to know the origins of the Jack Sparrow character, before Johhny Depp got his hands on it and, er, revised the concept, check this out:
http://www.popcorn.hr/kolumne/image/354/
The citation, BTW, comes directly from the POTC screenwriters.
Look, *BANG!* an undead monkey.
It's the Bible. You get credit for trying.
Guard the boat, mind the tide... don't touch my dirt.
My incredibly intuitive sense of the female mind tells me you're troubled.
You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax.
Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?
Will: This chest will help save Elizabeth?
Jack: How much do you know about Davey Jones?
Will: Not much.
Jack: Then yes, it's going to save her.
I am the sea.
Do not blame the bird.
To what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?
Smarmy Larmy Shuku, Saavy?
There's more than one chest of value in these waters.
Exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind.
Where's the monkey? I want to shoot something.
Dirt. It's a jar of dirt.
I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
Will: Sea Turtles--a pair of them strapped to my feet.
Jack: Not as easy as it sounds, eh?
Where's the dog with those keys?
Will Turner: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: What, indeed.
Gibbs: The sea!
Pintel: Sums!
Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil.
My eyesight is fine. Just wanted you to know that.
And of course:
Elizabeth: This is the only way, don't you see? I'm not sorry.
Jack: Pirate!
And
Hello, Beastie!
http://www.popcorn.hr/kolumne/image/354/
The citation, BTW, comes directly from the POTC screenwriters.
Look, *BANG!* an undead monkey.
It's the Bible. You get credit for trying.
Guard the boat, mind the tide... don't touch my dirt.
My incredibly intuitive sense of the female mind tells me you're troubled.
You hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax.
Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?
Will: This chest will help save Elizabeth?
Jack: How much do you know about Davey Jones?
Will: Not much.
Jack: Then yes, it's going to save her.
I am the sea.
Do not blame the bird.
To what do I owe the pleasure of your carbuncle?
Smarmy Larmy Shuku, Saavy?
There's more than one chest of value in these waters.
Exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind.
Where's the monkey? I want to shoot something.
Dirt. It's a jar of dirt.
I love those moments. I like to wave at them as they pass by.
Will: Sea Turtles--a pair of them strapped to my feet.
Jack: Not as easy as it sounds, eh?
Where's the dog with those keys?
Will Turner: What vexes all men?
Tia Dalma: What, indeed.
Gibbs: The sea!
Pintel: Sums!
Ragetti: The dichotomy of good and evil.
My eyesight is fine. Just wanted you to know that.
And of course:
Elizabeth: This is the only way, don't you see? I'm not sorry.
Jack: Pirate!
And
Hello, Beastie!
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