Inigo had to have the perfect line.

It had to be perfect.

It had to strike terror into the heart of the six-fingered man.

Greetings to you, sir, though perhaps you are unworthy to be addressed as such

No. Too wordy.

I'm going to send you six feet under, one for each of your six fingers!

Snappy, but not quite.

YOU ARE SO DEAD!

Hmmm...

I am Inigo Montoya, son of Domingo Montoya, whom you killed. You are so dead.

A bit better, sort of. Maybe the indirect approach?

Hello. I am Inigo Montoya. Care to join me for a mug of beer?

Bad idea.

But he liked the 'hello' part.

Hello, I am

No.

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya.

That sounded good.

Hmmm...

Maybe add the part about dying.

Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. Prepare to die.

Inigo smiled and turned his face up to the sky. "How do you like that, Father?"

Oh. Wait.

Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

Perfect.

All right, he could begin his hunt.