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

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

Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?

People don't remember me. Really. It's not a paranoid thing; I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn't bother me all that much, except I guess that's a lie; it does. For some reason, I test very high on forgettability.

For you see each day I love you more today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow. Just because you're beautiful and perfect, it's made you conceited.

Buttercup's mother whirled on him. 'Did you forget to pay your taxes?' (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew.)

Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.