Inigo Montoya: He was a great swordmaker, my father. When the six-fingered man appeared and requested a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved for a year before it was done. (Inigo shows the Man in Black the sword) The Man in Black: I've never seen its equal. Inigo Montoya: 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. The six-fingered man left me alive, but he gave me these. (Inigo strokes the scars on his cheeks) The Man in Black: How old were you? Inigo Montoya: I was eleven years old. And 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."
Dr. Miguelito Loveless, Jr: You killed my father! James T. West: I don't remember killing Dr. Loveless. Artie, did you...? Atremus Gordon: No, I didn't... Dr. Miguelito Loveless, Jr:He died of ulcers!
Caellach: I think back on those days a lot lately... My axe and your sword... The two of us were a deadly pair, eh? Joshua: [silence] Caellach: By the way... I know all about you, Joshua. Who you really are I mean. The prince of Jehanna, huh? When did you plan on sharing the wealth, you sneaky dog? Joshua: Listen... You can't reduce a nation to loot waiting to be divided. And more importantly, I made a vow to my mother. I'm going to succeed her as ruler of my homeland. Hey Caellach... You're the one who killed my mother, aren't you? Caellach: Yeah... Sorry 'bout that. Things happen, you know? C'mon, Joshua, don't hate me. This is war. There's nothing you can do about it. Besides, grudges get in the way of work, right? Joshua: That's true. It's as you say. Listen Caellach... I've got to kill you now. Don't hold it against me.
Scar: Now this looks familiar. Where have I seen this before? Let me think. Mmm-hm. Ah, yes! This is exactly the way your father looked before he died. (drives his claws into Simba's paws) And here's my secret: I killed Mufasa. Simba: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (leaps up and pins Scar) MURDERER! Scar: No, Simba, please! Simba: Tell them the truth! Scar: Truth? But the truth lies in the eye of the behold-- (Simba strangles his neck) Okay okay! I did it. Simba: So they can hear you. Scar: I KILLED Mufasa!
