Most scenes together: Westley & Buttercup (7), Inigo Montoya & Man in Black (6), Inigo Montoya & Fezzik (6)
He didn't fall? Inconceivable!
You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Whoever he is, he's obviously seen us with the Princess, and must therefore die. [to Fezzik, pointing to Buttercup] You, carry her. [to Inigo] We'll head straight for the Guilder frontier. Catch up when he's dead. If he falls, fine. If not, the sword.
I want to duel him left-handed.
You know what a hurry we're in!
Well, it's the only way I can be satisfied. If I use my right — tch — over too quickly.
Oh, have it your way.
You be careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.
Hello there. [The Man In Black glances up and grunts] Slow going?
Look, I don't mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks. So I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't distract me.
Sorry.
Thank you.
I do not suppose you could speed things up?
If you're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope, or a tree branch, or find something useful to do.
I could do that. I've got some rope up here. But I do not think that you would accept my help, since I am only waiting around to kill you.
That does put a damper on our relationship.
But I promise I will not kill you until you reach the top.
That's very comforting. But I'm afraid you'll just have to wait.
I hate waiting. I could give you my word as a Spaniard.
No good. I've known too many Spaniards.
Is there any way you'll trust me?
Nothing comes to mind.
I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya, you will reach the top alive.
I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
Do you always begin conversations this way?
My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man.
He was a great swordmaker, my father. And when the six-fingered man appeared and requested a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved a year before he was done. [unsheaths his sword and hands it to the Man in Black]
I have never seen its equal. [hands it back to Inigo]
The six-fingered man returned and demanded it, but at one-tenth his promised price. My father refused. Without a word, the six-fingered man slashed him through the heart. I loved my father, so naturally, I challenged his murderer to a duel. I failed. Six-fingered man leave me alive, but he gave me this. [points to a scar on first one cheek, then the other]
How old were you?
I was eleven years old. When I was strong enough, I dedicated my life to the study of fencing. So the next time we meet, I will not fail. I will go up to the six-fingered man and say, "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
You've done nothing but study swordplay?
More pursuit than study lately. You see, I cannot find him. It's been twenty years now. I am starting to lose confidence. I just work for Vizzini to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.
Well, I certainly hope you find him someday.
You are ready, then?
Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair.
You are using Bonetti's Defense against me, eh?
I thought it fitting, considering the rocky terrain.
Naturally you must expect me to attack with Capo Ferro.
Naturally. But I find that Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro, don't you?
Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa, which I have! [jumps and flips over the Man in Black]
You are wonderful!
Thank you. I've worked hard to become so.
I admit it. You are better than I am.
Then why are you smiling?
Because I know something you don't know.
And what is that?
I am not left-handed! [switches to fighting with his right hand]
You're amazing!
I ought to be, after twenty years.
There's something I ought to tell you.
Tell me.
I'm not left-handed either. [switches his sword to his right hand]
I would as soon destroy a stained glass window than an artist like yourself. However, since I can't have you following me either... [thumps Inigo in the back of the head with the hilt of his sword, knocking him unconscious] Please understand, I hold you in the highest respect.
I did that on purpose. I don't have to miss.
I believe you. So what happens now?
We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.
You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try to kill each other like civilized people?
Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.
It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that?
Oh no. It's just that they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.
I do not envy the headache you will have when you wake up. But in the meantime, sleep well, and dream of large women. [picks up his sword and continues pursuing Vizzini]
Inhale this, but do not touch.
What you do not smell is called iocaine powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the deadliest poisons known to man.
Now, where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right, and who is dead.
Move? You're alive. If you want, I could fly.
I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
Well... you were dead.
Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
I will never doubt again.
There will never be a need.
Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has.
I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.
We'll never succeed — we may as well die here.
No. No. We have already succeeded. I mean, what are the three terrors of the Fire Swamp? One, the flame spurts. No problem. There's a popping sound preceding each, we can avoid that. Two, the Lightning Sand. But you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in the future we can avoid that too.
Westley, what about the R.O.U.S.'s?
Rodents of Unusual Size? I think they don't exist. [an R.O.U.S. attacks him on cue.]
