While he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining. [...] Down went the man in black. [...] "You can die too for all I care," she said, and then she turned away. Words followed her. Whispered from far, weak and warm and familiar. "As...you...wish..."

As far as the filmmaking process is concerned, stars are essentially worthless - and absolutely essential.

I don't guess. I think. I ponder. I deduce. Then I decide. But I never guess.

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

I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.

"I could give you my word as a Spaniard," Inigo said. "No good," the man in black replied. "I've known too many Spaniards."

Love is many things none of them logical.