Battle of wits

This is where the Battle of wits takes place in Mac Grimborn and the Princess Bride.

[Then, Westley arrives to see Buttercup, Vizzini and our heroes]

Mac Grimborn: So, it's down to you, and it's down to us.

Chungu: Janja, the man in black!

Ryan Heretic: It's Westley.

Janja: Yeah, I see him, fur-brain. But if he wishes her dead, then he'll have to keep moving forward.

Ryan Heretic: Keep moving forward. A Meet the Robinsons reference, Janja. The kids love that.

Janja: You know things better then me, Farm girl friend.

Ryan Heretic: I guess it hurt my feelings a little.

Westley: Let me explain.

Nne: There's nothing to explain. You're trying to kidnap what we've rightfully stolen.

Westley: Perhaps an arrangement can be reached?

Tano: There's no arrangement, and you're killing her.

[The masked man stops]

Chungu: Since there's no arrangement, we're at an impasse.

Cheezi: Yeah, Janja can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for Jasiri's brains.

Westley: She's that smart?

Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Ever heard of Playto? Arisato? Socrates?

Westley: Yes.

Hiccup: Oh, Thor!

Vizzini: Morons.

Meg Griffin (EG): Yep. This guy understands.

Westley: Really? In that case, I challenge you to a battle of wits.

Kiara: For Buttercup?

Ryan Heretic: You read my mind, buddy.

[Westley nods]

Cutter: I'm guessing to the death.

Summer: Cutter!

[Westley nods]

Vizzini: I accept.

Westley: Good. Then pour the wine.

[Westley sits down as Vizzini pours the wine on both goblets]

Jasiri: Guess that makes us judges, huh, boys?

Janja: Yeah.

[The masked man gets iocane powder]

Westley: Inhale this, but do not touch.

[Vizzini sniffs, but nothing]

Cutter: Anything?

Vizzini: I smell nothing.

Ryan Heretic: No stuff, Rex.

Westley: What you do not smell is called iocane powder. It is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among more deadly poisons known to man.

Mac Grimborn: Morons.

Ryan Heretic: You said it, Obi-Wan Grimnobi. I would check on who falls on the ground to see who have the poison and the one without poison will be declared the winner. It counts.

[Westley grabs both goblets as everyone watches. Then, he puts them and the iocane powder down]

Mac Grimborn: Okay. Everyone, the battle of wits has begun.

Jasiri: It will end when these two drink.

Janja: To find out who lives, and who dies.

[Vizzini is impressed]

Vizzini: But it's so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. Are you the sort of man to put the poison in his own goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would have to put the poison in his own goblet. And he knows that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I could clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must've known that I was not a great fool. You would've counted on it, so I could clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

Aggro: This could take a while.

Westley: You've made your decision, then?

Vizzini: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them as you are not trusted by us, so I could clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

Westley: Truly, you have a dizzling intellect.

Vizzini: Wait till I get going! Where was I?

Chungu: Oh, oh! I know! I know! Australia!