MONTRESOR: My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day! But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts. FORTUNATO: How? Amontillado? A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!
MONTRESOR: I have my doubts, and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain.
FORTUNATO: Amontillado!
MONTRESOR: I have my doubts.
FORTUNATO: Amontillado!
MONTRESOR: And I must satisfy them.
FORTUNATO: Amontillado!
MONTRESOR: As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchesi. If any one has a critical turn, it is he. He will tell me—
FORTUNATO: Luchesi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry.
MONTRESOR: And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.
FORTUNATO: Come, let us go.
MONTRESOR: Whither?
FORTUNATO: To your vaults.