"Oi, fish-face! [Davy Jones stares at the jar over his head in confusion] Loose something, eh? Scungeli! It- oh- [Jack Topples over down the deck's stairs, the crew cringes; he holds up the jar] Got it! [stands back up] Come to negotiate, eh, have you, ya slimy git? Look what I got! [sings childishly while the crew all exchange confused looks] I got a jar of di-irt! got a jar of di-irt! And guess what's inside it?"