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

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

I say you are a coward and you are; I think you hunt only to reassure yourself that you are not what you are: the weakest thing to ever walk the Earth. He will come for me and then we will be gone, and you will be helpless for all your hunting, because Westley and I are joined by the bond of love and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

I understand everything,” he said. “You understand nothing, but it really doesn’t matter, since what you mean is, you’re glad to see me, just as I’m glad to see you because no more loneliness.” “That’s what I mean,” said Fezzik.

Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.

Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.

My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!