Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love-you think this happens every day? Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well...you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. Buttercup: i will never doubt again. Westley: There will never be a need.

He had risked his life and now it was walking away from him, hand-in-hand with a Ruffian prince.

Have fun storming the castle!

I love you,” Buttercup said. “I know this must come as something of a surprise, since all I’ve ever done is scorn you and degrade you and taunt you, but I have loved you for several hours now, and every second, more.

He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.

I mean if we even had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.

This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.