In Hollywood, no one knows anything.

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

Flaws would not only bring death but, far worse, humiliation.

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.

Never argue with your wife about hostility when she's a certified Freudian.

You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think it quite ungentlemanly.

Love is many things none of them logical.