Barbossa: Try the wine...and an apple. One of those next.
Elizabeth: It's poisoned.
[Barbossa grins]
Barbossa: There's no sense to be killin' ye.
Elizabeth: Then release me. You have your trinket; I'm of no further value to you.
Barbossa: [takes and holds up medallion] You don't know what this is, do you?
Elizabeth: A pirate medallion?
Barbossa: This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies, but the greed of Cortez was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold...a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
Elizabeth: [sarcastically] ...I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa.
Barbossa: Aye. That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale! Buried on an island of dead what cannot be found, 'cept for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all! We spent 'em, and traded 'em. And frittered 'em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to realize... The drink would not satisfy. Food turned to ash in our mouths. And all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored, and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.
Elizabeth: ...And the blood to be repaid?
Barbossa: [grins] That's why there's no sense to be killin' ye... yet. Apple?
Elizabeth: It's poisoned.
[Barbossa grins]
Barbossa: There's no sense to be killin' ye.
Elizabeth: Then release me. You have your trinket; I'm of no further value to you.
Barbossa: [takes and holds up medallion] You don't know what this is, do you?
Elizabeth: A pirate medallion?
Barbossa: This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies, but the greed of Cortez was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold...a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
Elizabeth: [sarcastically] ...I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa.
Barbossa: Aye. That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale! Buried on an island of dead what cannot be found, 'cept for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all! We spent 'em, and traded 'em. And frittered 'em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to realize... The drink would not satisfy. Food turned to ash in our mouths. And all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored, and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.
Elizabeth: ...And the blood to be repaid?
Barbossa: [grins] That's why there's no sense to be killin' ye... yet. Apple?
Barbossa: Try the wine...and an apple. One of those next.
Elizabeth: It's poisoned.
[Barbossa grins]
Barbossa: There's no sense to be killin' ye.
Elizabeth: Then release me. You have your trinket; I'm of no further value to you.
Barbossa: [takes and holds up medallion] You don't know what this is, do you?
Elizabeth: A pirate medallion?
Barbossa: This is Aztec gold. One of 882 identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortez himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies, but the greed of Cortez was insatiable. So the heathen gods placed upon the gold...a terrible curse. Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
Elizabeth: [sarcastically] ...I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore, Captain Barbossa.
Barbossa: Aye. That's exactly what I thought when we were first told the tale! Buried on an island of dead what cannot be found, 'cept for those who know where it is. Find it, we did. There be the chest. Inside be the gold. And we took 'em all! We spent 'em, and traded 'em. And frittered 'em away on drink and food and pleasurable company. The more we gave 'em away, the more we came to realize... The drink would not satisfy. Food turned to ash in our mouths. And all the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust. We are cursed men, Miss Turner. Compelled by greed we were, but now we are consumed by it. There is one way we can end our curse. All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold must be restored, and the blood repaid. Thanks to ye, we have the final piece.
Elizabeth: ...And the blood to be repaid?
Barbossa: [grins] That's why there's no sense to be killin' ye... yet. Apple?
http://www.moviequotedb.com/movies/pirates-of-the-caribbean-the-curse-of-the-black-pearl/quote_18068.html