Grandson: “See? I told you she’d never marry that rotten Humperdink.”
Grandpa: “Yes, yes. You’re very smart... Now shut-up.”
Inigo Montoya: “My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
(Vizzini has just cut the rope The Dread Pirate Roberts is climbing up)
Vizzini: “HE DIDN'T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE!”
Inigo Montoya: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
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