Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love." And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes. He closed the door in her face.

The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.

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.

The Duchess set about studying Annette and shortly found her adversary's tragic flaw. Chocolate.

Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches.

When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it.