Mort: What do you want from me?
Guybrush: I'm selling these fine leather jackets
Mort: Oooohhh! What do I get if I pay in pieces of eight?
Guybrush: This nifty scythe I just cut my pants open with, *papishu!*...
Murray: ...guarantee that this leather comes from the evilest pirate hides you've ever seen in the Caribbean; and eternal torment and suffering... free of charge!