Anything there is that I can do for you, I will do for you; anything there is that I cannot do, I will learn to do.

Enough about my beauty," Buttercup said. "Everybody always talks about how beautiful I am. I've got a mind, Westley. Talk about that.

Fezzik's in trouble, bubble bubble, His brain is just not in the pink, His mind is rubble, rub-a-dub double, Because everyone needs him to think.

There’s death coming up, and you better understand this:some of the wrong people die.Be ready for it.

The boys. The village boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clodpated dimdomed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?

He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.

Get used to disappointment.