The Princess Bride! © Act III Communications / The Princess Bride Ltd.
"Dread Pirate Roberts" Westley walked into a crowded sea-side tavern, ordered an ale, and listened in on a conversation between a finely-dressed merchant and a huge muscle-bound mercenary.
"I tell you," the merchant said, "the depredations of the Dread Pirate Roberts have nearly bankrupted me!"
"Don' worry 'bout dat," the mercenary said, " I don' care if dat Roberts' one-a dem fancy-pants swordsmen. When *I* gets my mitts on 'im..."
The mercenary reached down, effortlessly snapped off a table leg, and used the jagged end as a toothpick.
Westley timidly raised one hand towards the bar. "Check, please," he squeaked.