Parkinson: This must be a very exciting moment for you, fighting for the Christmas number one. How's it looking so far?
Billy Mack: Very bad indeed. Blue are outselling me five to one. But I'm hoping for a late surge. And if I reach number one, I promise to sing the song stark naked on TV on Christmas Eve.
Parkinson: Do you mean that?
Billy Mack: Well of course I mean it. Do you want a preview? You old flirt.
DJ: Well. Thanks for that, Bill.
Billy Mack: For what?
DJ: Well, for actually giving a real answer to a question. Doesn't often happen here on "Radio Watford" I can tell you.
Billy Mack: Ask me anything you like, I'll tell you the truth.
DJ: Uh... Best shag you've ever had?
Billy Mack: Britney Spears.
Billy Mack: No, only kidding. She was rubbish.
Billy Mack: Hiya kids. Here is an important message from your Uncle Bill. Don't buy drugs. Become a pop star, and they give you them for free.
Dec: Billy, I believe you've brought a prize for our competition winners.
Billy Mack: Yes I have, Ant or Dec. It's a personalised felt tip pen.
Davy Jones: 100 souls. 3 days.
Jack Sparrow: You're a diamond mate. Send me back the boy, I'll get started right off.
Jones: I keep the boy. A good faith payment. That leaves you only 99 more to go.
Jack: Have you not met Will Turner? He's noble, heroic, terrific soprano! Worth at least four. Maybe 3 and a half. And did I happen to mention? He's in love with a girl. Due to be married. Betrothed. Dividing him from her and her from him would only be half as cruel as actually allowing tham to be joined together in holy matrimony, eh?
Jones: I keep the boy. 99 souls. But I wonder, Sparrow, can you live with this? Can you condemn an innocent man, a friend, to a life time of servitude in your name while you roam free?
Jack: Yep. I'm good with it. So do we seal in blood? Or ink?
Jones: 3 days.
Ambrose Hilliard: You and me given opportunities only because young men are gone. But to turn or back on those opportunities, wouldn't that be giving death dominion over life?
Rose: It's like everywhere you go, there's that smell.
Victor Maynard: What smell?
Rose: Cleanliness. Bleach. It's like being in a hospital. It's so safe, it's dangerous. I can't breathe here. I mean it, I'm frightened. I'm frightened if I stay here much longer, I'll end up like you. Afraid of everything.
Victor Maynard: My name is Victor Maynard, and I am 54 years old and I work as a professional killer.