I think you overestimate their chances.
Never tell me the odds
Do you feel lucky punk? Well, do ya?
Ryan, some things in here don’t react well to bullets.
I already used all the explosives. Or did I?
Two in the box! Ready to go! We be fast and they be slow!
A wise car hears one word and understands two.
Her name’s Christine.
Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl’s name because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging ol’ Mary-Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You’re married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful! Port, hut!
Happiness is a warm gun.
Give the bag to Bozo, drop the gun, and put your hands in the air.
Drop the gun. Take the canoli.
This is my rifle, this is my gun. This is for shooting, and this is for fun!
Yeah, you can do it. Point and shoot the damn thing. No, bud, you’re jerking it. You’re all like this. You gotta hold it soft, like your pecker. OK?
My name is Peck.
They call me Mr. Tibbs!
Most people call me Massah Cross!
So he took me to his cabin and told me his secret: “I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts,” he said. “My name is Ryan. I inherited this ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from was not the real Dread Pirate Roberts, either. His name was Cummerbund. The real Roberts has been retired fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia.” Then he explained the name was the important thing for inspiring the necessary fear. You see, no one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Westley.
Admiral! The commander Reliant is signalling. He wishes to discuss terms of our surrender.
No! Never give up! Never surrender!