“Guten tag. Mein name ist Wilhelm von Montoya. You are not only zer man who ist responsible for the murder of mein vater, but also I see zat you have possession of both dark hair und ein extraneous finger, zo you are ein deviate from dem idealform. Ze only zolution ist for me to slaughter you.”
Sure an’ me name is Seamus O’Toya; and the t’ing of it is, ye’ll be the man t’at sent me dear fadder to his immortal rest. So I’ll have to be askin’ you to make peace with your Maker and t’en I’ll be sendin’ you to meet Him… if you don’t mind.
My neme-a is Lers Muntuyesun. Bork bork bork! Yuoo keelled my fezeer. Hurty flurty schnipp schnipp! Prepere-a tu deee-a.
Mah name is Bubba Montoya, as enny fool kin plainly see. Yo’ killed mah Pappy. Git reddy t’die.
Yoshi! I am Akira Montoya! You die now, for the death of my father!
Duuuuude! My name’s, like, uhhhh, Inigo. Yeah, that’s right. Inigo Montoya. Like, you killed my dad, and stuff; which was like, really harsh. So I’m gonna have to, like, snuff you, and stuff. You want a hit first?
Well, m’name’s Wilbur, ayuh. Wilbur Montoya, ayah, pleasedt’meetcha. Seems you, well, seems you killed my father, ayuh. So I reckon you’ll just have to prepare yourself for the hereafter, ayuh.
Um…hi. Like I’m Bob Montoya, eh, and this’s my brother Doug. (Doug: “How’s it goin’, eh?”) So, like, you killed our dad, eh? So, when this period in the game’s over, eh, you can, y’know, prepare to die. Help yourself to a cold one 'til then, though.
Just add some randomly quoted Bible verses, and this one’s all set.
Meesa namesa issa gack
If I sufficate from laughing so hard, it’s your fault.
(Can you believe my brother and father have never heard of the Swedish Chef? They’re wondering what the heck I’m going on about).
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Hullo, my name is Guido Montoya. Youse killed my old man. Prepare to, ya know (straightens tie), sleep with da fishes. Bada-bing!
Jagsemesh. My name-a Borat Montayev. You six-finger jew who kill my Father, Urkin the town rapist and my retard brother Bilo. Now you must be killed by crushings at next Running of the Jew celebration. My producer Azamat Bagatov will make documentary movie film of you for Kazhak TV. Chenquei.
Too wordy. You may recall that the squareheads in Northfield, MN, took down the James and Younger Gang with no preparation. The defense of the town and its bank probably went like:
Ole to Swen, the gun dealer and hardware salesman: Gun.
Swen, handing him a gun: Ayuh.
I was going for New England. Oh, well. Serves me right for not studying the dialect.
Farmers are farmers. Location doesn’t matter.
Rikti from City of Heroes : “Self Designated : Inig’Mn’tya. Causation For Termination Of Paternal Unit : You. Extreme Violence : Mandated.”
I am Dalek Montoya! You are responsible for destruction of prototype unit! You must be destroyed! Ex-ter-min-ate! Ex-ter-min-ate!!!
My name, I say, my name is Foghorn Montoya! You killed, listen to me when I’m talking to you, boy, you killed my father. Y’all should prepare to meet your maker. Die, that is!
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A mime artist
‘honk, honk’
Harpo Marx
Hello, I think it’s time I introduced myself properly. You knew me as Doctor Lance North who arrived in this town five years ago looking for his lost wife who was disappeared after a boating accident gave her amnesia. Then after my arrest for the murder of Mayor Smith you thought I was actually Torch MacPike, an escaped convict who had been falsely imprisoned for murdering his best friend after he slept with his wife. But after it was revealed that Mayor Smith was not only alive but was actually my father and had set me up because he blamed me for the sister’s death, everyone discovered I was really Cash Hartley, an FBI agent who had been assigned to work undercover to break up the diamond smuggling operation at the hospital. Well now, with Doctor Green’s death, I can at last reveal the truth - Mayor Smith is not my real father. I was adopted by him after the war. My real name is Inigo Montoya and you killed my real father. So now prepare to die because my plan all along has been to kill you. Except that now … I’ve fallen in love with you.
Shalom, you mamzer! My name is Yoni Montoya. You killed my abba, prepare to take a taxi ride through Tel Aviv at rush hour!
Elementary, My Dear Watson. The Six Fingered Man killed my father. Now he must die.