Let me get this thing straight, Inigo--we had SCRAPS for dinner? I'M in YOUR fantasy and the best you can come up with is SCRAPS?" She turned toward the door then. "You have no chance of winning my heart.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches! If your love were-" "I don't understand that first one yet," Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. "Let me get this straight. Are you saying my love is a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images confuse me so - is this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling we're on the verge of something just terribly important.

Who are you?" "No one of consequence." "I must know." "Get used to disappointment.

Buttercup's mother whirled on him. 'Did you forget to pay your taxes?' (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew.)

One of the easiest things in the world is not to write... If it were easy, everyone would do it.

There is one crucial rule that must be followed in all creative meetings. Never speak first. At least at the start, your job is to shut up.

"We’ll never survive!” “Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has."