but I do not think you would accept my help...

since I am only waiting around to kill you.

That does put a damper on our relationship.

But I promise I won't kill you until you reach the top.

That's very comforting, but I'm afraid you'll just have to wait.

I hate waiting.

I could give you my word as a Spaniard.

No good.

I've known too many Spaniards.

Any way you'll trust me?

Nothing comes to mind.

I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya...

you will reach the top alive.

Throw me the rope.

Thank you.

Wait. We'll wait until you're ready.

Again, thank you.

I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance...

happen to have six fingers on your right hand?

Do you always begin conversations this way?