Saturday, January 21, 2006

Why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?

As Wesley comes to, Inigo outlines the situation for him...

Wesley: Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall?
Where's Buttercup?
Inigo: Let me, there is too much. Let me sum up;
Buttercup is marrying Humperdinck in little less than half
an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding,
steal the princess, and make our escape - after I kill Count Rugen.
Wesley: That doesn't leave much for dilly-dallying.
Fezzik: You just wiggled your finger! That's wonderful!

Ignoring his slowly returning strength, Wesley dives into developing a strategy, but quickly sees the impossibility of their situation.

Wesley: I've always been a quick healer. What are our liabilities?
Inigo: There is but one working castle gate, and it is guarded by...
[he looks]...sixty men.
Wesley: And our assets?
Inigo: Your brains, Fezzik's strength, my steel.
Wesley: That's it? Impossible. If I had a month to plan maybe
I could come up with something. But this...[shakes his head no]
Fezzik: You just shook your head! That doesn't make you happy?

Further reflection however, produces a way out of the box, or into the castle as the case may be...

Wesley: My brains, his steel and your strength against sixty men and
you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy? Hmm??
I mean if we only had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.
Inigo: Where did we put that wheelbarrow the Albino had?
Fezzik: Over the Albino, I think?
What I wouldn't give for a holocaust cloak...
Inigo: There we cannot help you.
Fezzik: [pulls a black cloak from under his shirt] Would this do?
Inigo: Where did you get that?
Fezzik: At Miracle Max's. It fit so nice, he said I could keep it.
Wesley: Alright, alright, come help me up. [They help him up] Now
I'll need a sword eventually.
Inigo: Why? You can't even lift one.
Wesley: True, but that's hardly common knowledge, is it?