Liar! Liar!" shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door. Miracle Max whirled. "Back, Witch--" he commanded. "I'm not a witch, I'm your wife--" she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--"and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--

As far as the filmmaking process is concerned, stars are essentially worthless - and absolutely essential.

You're alive!" Fezzik cried. The man in black sat immobile, like a ventriloquist's dummy, just his mouth moving. "That is perhaps the most childishly obvious remark I have ever come across.

Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. If this is true, or if you are one of the people who believe this is true, then the one universal way to enjoy life is still the same, which is to learn to be grateful that it is not worse!!

No more rhymes now I mean it!” “Anybody want a peanut?” “AAHH!

Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.

You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think it quite ungentlemanly.