Stirrings...

Gibbs: What's your play, Jack? Throwing in with Barbossa.
Jack Sparrow: There is a girl. A female, of the opposite sex.
Gibbs: When is there not?
Jack Sparrow: Perhaps I should say, damsel.
Gibbs: You're rescuing a damsel? Well, there's a first!
Jack Sparrow: Yes, but it's just that I may have caused said damsel some manner of harm many moons ago.
Gibbs: Out with it.
Jack Sparrow: Gibbs, this is the woman from Seville.
Gibbs: Ah! You pretended to love her, then you left her and broke her heart.
Jack Sparrow: Worse. I may have had, briefly mind you...stirrings.
Jack Sparrow: Stirrings?
Gibbs: Stirrings.
Gibbs: What, like feelings you mean?
Jack Sparrow: No! No! No! Not quite all the way to feelings. More like...
[Gibbs gives him a look]
Jack Sparrow: All right, feelings. Damn you!
Gibbs: And you left her still. Ooh! That's low!
Jack Sparrow: Thank you.