Barbossa: 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: That's why there is no sense to be killing you... yet. Apple?
[Elizabeth angrily knocks the apple out of Barbossa's hand and then takes a knife and stabs him in the chest, only for him to be unaffected; he pulls out the knife]
Barbossa: I'm curious: after you kill me, what is it you plan on doing next?