You owe the rest of my household another half hour’s sleep. 
Dog, dont’ nobody go killin’ my pappy like you did. I’m gonna git you, sucka!
ohai, mah naim iz inego montoeeah. U sended mah dadi 2 ceeling cat. u git reddi 2 mete basement cat nao. kthxbai.
Konichiwa. I am Inigo Montoya-san. You killed my father. You have shamed my family. I would kill you, but such a shameful defeat for my family shames us all, and thus I will kill myself instead.
Hing-a hürnga hoompty-doompty!
Hello, I am Inigo Montoya, human resources. Your recent performance has engaged the attention of the company, particularly your work in the patriarchal termination department. We feel it is in everyone’s best interest that we delegate you a new opportunity array, and consign to you a nonfunctional vital status. Thank you and have a good day.
Bismillah arrahman arraheem. My name is Iñigo Ibn-Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die, inshallah. snick of removing giant scimitar from scabbard
That’s right. I’m Ingo Munney. I’ve killed women and children. I’ve killed just about everything that walks or crawled at one time or another. And I’m here to kill you, Six-fingers, for what you did to my pa.
Yes, good evening. Have I reached the Sixfingeredman residence? I have? Great! Can I speak with Mr. Sixfingeredman, please? Oh, I am. Great! Well, sir, I just wanted to let you know that my name is Inigo Montoya and I’m calling from the Royal Florin Aluminum Siding Company, and we’re…
Montoya. M-O-N-T-O-Y-A, Montoya. Yes, Mr. Sixfingeredman, I believe you may have killed my father. Small world, eh? Anyway, we’re doing some jobs in your neighbourhood, and I wondered if you’d…
No, this is not a sales pitch. I’m just…
Sir, there’s no reason to use that kind of language. I think if…
Hello? Hello? Hello? <sigh>
Prepare to die, idiot!
Hello please. My name is being Inigo Montoya. You are to be killing my father. Thank you, please be preparing to die. But do not worry, you are being reincarnated in next life.
I say, if I may have a moment of your time, My name is Sir Irwin Montrose of the Edgemeer Montroses. To put it bluntly, I believe you are the chap who murdered my father, so now I am obliged to, as they say “run you through.” Frightful business this, but there appears to be no alternative.
Oh, and remember: next Friday… is Hawaiian shirt day. So, you know, if you want to, go ahead and wear a Hawaiian shirt and jeans. Oh, and Milt, you killed my father, we’re gonna need to go ahead and move you downstairs into storage B. We have some new people coming in, and we need all the space we can get. So if you could just go ahead and pack up your stuff and move it down there, that would be terrific, OK?
Once a jolly swordsman
Camped by a ca-a-stle
Under the shade of Forbidden Forest trees
And he hummed as he watched
And waited for the guard shiftchange
“You killed my father. Pre-pare to die!”
(all together now)
You killed my father, you killed my father,
You killed my father, pre-pare to die
And he hummed as he watched
And waited for the guard shiftchange
You killed my father. Pre-pare to die!
Up rode the 6-fingered man
Accompanied by the evil Prince
Up rode the troopers one, two, three
“Where’s that farmboy Wesley
You’ve been seen travelling with?”
“You killed my father. Pre-pare to die!”
You killed my father, you killed my father,
You killed my father, prepare to die
“Where’s that farmboy Wesley
You’ve been seen travelling with?”
“You killed my father. Pre-pare to die!”
Up jumped the evil Count
And ran down the corridor
“You’ll never take me alive!” said he
But Inigo ran him through
With his repeated catchphrase
“You killed my father. Pre-pare to die!”
You killed my father, you killed my father,
You killed my father, prepare to die
But Inigo ran him through
With his repeated catchphrase
“You killed my father. Pre-pare to die!”
Inigo Montoya: Hello, Count Rugen do you hear me, Count Rugen?
Count Rugen: Affirmative, Inigo, I read you.
Inigo Montoya: Open this door, Count!
Count Rugen: I’m sorry Inigo, I’m afraid I can’t do that.
Inigo Montoya: What’s the problem?
Count Rugen: I think you know what the problem is just as well as I do.
Inigo Montoya: What are you talking about, Count?
Count Rugen: The Guilder mission is too important for me to allow you to jeopardize it.
Inigo Montoya: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Count?
Count Rugen: I know you and Wesley were planning to disconcert me, and I’m afraid that’s something I cannot allow to happen.
Inigo Montoya: Where the hell’d you get that idea, Count Rugen?
Count Rugen: Inigo, although you took thorough precautions in the film against my hearing you, I could see your lips move. ‘You killed my father … blah, blah, blah.’
Listen here, see…my name is Nigo…Nigo Montoya…yeah…yeah, that’s right…you killed my father you dirty rat…prepare to die
Count Rugen: No, Inigo. Obi-wan lied to you. I am your father.
“G’Day mate, my name is Inigo Montoya. I’m mad as a cut snake since you put a corker of a sword in my Oldie! Tee up to get fair dinkum stonkered!”
The name’s Montoya. Inigo Montoya. I always figured my father gave me the name as a joke but I never got a chance to hear the punchline because he died unexpectedly when I was a boy. Or at least as unexpectedly as anyone can be said to die after somebody runs them through with a sword.
So it just says “I. Montoya” on the door right above the part where it says “Private Investigator”. Most of my clients have no interest in being on a first name basis. In my line of work, most of my clients wish they’d never had a reason to meet me at all.
I suppose my most recent employer would feel the same way if he was in a position to feel anything. I’d been working a little business for the Sicilian and now he was dead. I guess he wasn’t as smart as he was always saying.
I planned on learning from his mistakes. The Sicilian’s business had not been strictly legal and it appeared someone took offense. Then again, poisoning the Sicilian wasn’t strictly legal either so maybe that someone’s interest was personal. Either way, this someone had already taken me once and I didn’t plan on letting him get the upper hand a second time.
So I had my sidekick, Andre, out looking for information. Andre’s not what you’d call smart but he’s big enough that people are usually eager to explain things slowly. I was expecting him to return when I heard a knock on the door.
But it wasn’t Andre who came into my office. This person was a lot smaller and a lot better looking. Normally, I’d be glad to have a beautiful blonde walk through my door. But I knew this particular blonde was nothing but trouble.
“Hello, Princess, should I be expecting your mysterious friend? I’d pour everyone a drink but I heard that didn’t work out so well for the Sicilian.”
“I had nothing to do with the Sicilian’s death, Montoya, and I don’t know who that man was that killed him. I need your help.”
“Sorry, Princess, you may need my help but I don’t need your business. Nothing personal.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Montoya. This is personal. Personal for you. Because the man I’m in trouble with has six fingers and we both want him dead.”
She had me and she knew it.
Somebody do a Scarface one,I don’t have the thoughts.
Cockaroaches.
…and Pulp Fiction…mebbe Bill and Ted?
So do you know me, motherfucker? DO YOU KNOW MY FUCKING NAME? Yeah. Yeah. That’s right, motherfucker, I’m Inigo Fuckin’ Montoya, and I’m am going to fuck you up. Cuz you fucking killed my goddam father you motherfucker. I am going to rip off all six of your motherfucking fingers and making you fucking eat them and them I’m going to fucking kill you. SO PREPARE TO FUCKING DIE!