“You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you."You seem a decent fellow," answered the man in black. "I hate to die.”
“What I say is that, if a man really likes potatoes, he must be a pretty decent sort of fellow.”
“You always had an eye for the fellow with a decent helping of sausage and hard-boiled eggs.”
“Why is it," he asked vaguely, "that I think you are quite a decent fellow? Why do I positively like you, Gregory?" He paused a moment, and then added with a sort of fresh curiosity, "Is itbecause you are such an ass?”
“I know that there are people who do not love their fellow man, and I hate people like that!”
“I said to myself, 'I want to die decently'.”