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

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

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

I write out of revenge.

I love you, 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. I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.

Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.

But when a girl gives a boy a dead squid - that had to mean something.