I don’t know how I feel about turning theme-park rides into movies or vice-versa, but I liked Pirates and like this little bit:
ELIZABETH: But … you did it before! Last time —
JACK: Last time, I was here a grand total of three days. Last time, the rumrunners who used this island as a cache came by, and I bartered passage off. But from the looks of this, they’ve been out of business, and so that won’t be happening again. We probably have your friend Norrington to thank for that.
ELIZABETH: So that’s it? That’s the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow? You spent three days on the beach drinking rum?
JACK: Welcome to the Caribbean, love.
WILL: Well, you’re the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of. You’re a man who can be trusted, who can be counted on, and who can’t betray his friends. What kind of pirate is that?
JACK: The worst. On the other hand, maybe I’m a man who can’t pass up a chance for revenge against the black-hearted bastard who stole my ship and left me to die in the middle of the ocean — twice! — and who knows how to get what he wants. Now that’s a great pirate.