You are wonderful, Father.""I'm more than wonderful, how dare you insult me.
This is my favorite book in all the world, though I have never read it.
My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die!
Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.
And what have I done?" What? WHAT?...You've stolen them." With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who "them" was. The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed BOYS.
Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line.