So She Told Me I Feel My Heart Beating You Make Me Eel Like Im Alive Again

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Buttercup: We'll never survive.

Westley: Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one always has.

[repeated line]

Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. Yous killed my father. Ready to die.

[Vizzini has just cut the rope The Dread Pirate Roberts is climbing upward]

Vizzini: HE DIDN'T Autumn? INCONCEIVABLE.

Inigo Montoya: Y'all keep using that word. I do not think it means what you remember it means.

Buttercup: You lot mock my pain.

Man in Black: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

Prince Humperdinck: Beginning things first, to the death.

Westley: No. To the pain.

Prince Humperdinck: I don't retrieve I'm quite familiar with that phrase.

Westley: I'll explain and I'll use modest words so that you'll be sure to understand, y'all warthog faced buffoon.

Prince Humperdinck: That may be the starting time time in my life a homo has dared insult me.

Westley: Information technology won't be the last. To the pain means the beginning thing yous will lose will be your feet below the ankles. And so your easily at the wrists. Next your nose.

Prince Humperdinck: And and then my natural language I suppose, I killed you lot also quickly the terminal time. A mistake I don't mean to duplicate this evening.

Westley: I wasn't finished. The next matter yous will lose volition be your left eye followed past your correct.

Prince Humperdinck: And and then my ears, I understand let'southward get on with information technology.

Westley: Incorrect. Your ears y'all go on and I'll tell yous why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will exist yours to cherish. Every baby that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain means." It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.

Prince Humperdinck: I recollect y'all're bluffing.

Westley: It's possible, Squealer, I might be bluffing. It'due south believable, yous miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here considering I lack the strength to stand. Only, then once more... perhaps I have the strength subsequently all.

[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]

Westley: Driblet... YOUR... SWORD!

Prince Humperdinck: [Humperdinck's mouth hangs open, drops sword to floor]

Vizzini: I can't compete with yous physically, and y'all're no friction match for my brains.

Man in Black: Y'all're that smart?

Vizzini: Allow me put information technology this manner. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?

Man in Blackness: Yes.

Vizzini: Morons.

Inigo Montoya: Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it's over, I don't know what to exercise with the rest of my life.

Westley: Have yous ever considered piracy? You lot'd brand a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts.

Human being in Blackness: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when y'all decide and we both drink, and find out who is right... and who is dead.

Vizzini: Simply it's and so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of yous: are you the sort of man who would put the poisonous substance into his ain goblet or his enemy'south? Now, a clever homo would put the poisonous substance into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a bang-up fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of yous. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on information technology, and then I can clearly non choose the wine in front end of me.

Homo in Black: Y'all've fabricated your conclusion and then?

Vizzini: Not remotely. Considering iocane comes from Commonwealth of australia, as everyone knows, and Commonwealth of australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, as yous are not trusted by me, then I can clearly not cull the vino in forepart of you.

Man in Blackness: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.

Vizzini: Expect till I get going! At present, where was I?

Man in Black: Australia.

Vizzini: Yep, Commonwealth of australia. And you must accept suspected I would have known the powder'southward origin, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

Man in Blackness: You lot're simply stalling now.

Vizzini: You'd similar to retrieve that, wouldn't you? You lot've beaten my giant, which means you're uncommonly potent, so you lot could've put the poison in your own goblet, trusting on your strength to salvage you, so I tin can clearly not choose the wine in forepart of you. But, y'all've also bested my Spaniard, which ways you must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so you lot would accept put the poison as far from yourself as possible, and then I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

Human in Black: You're trying to flim-flam me into giving away something. It won't work.

Vizzini: IT HAS WORKED! YOU'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING Abroad! I KNOW WHERE THE Poison IS!

Man in Blackness: Then brand your selection.

Vizzini: I volition, and I choose... what in the world tin that be?

[Vizzini gestures up and abroad from the table. The Man in Black looks backwards. Vizzini swaps the goblets]

Man in Blackness: What? Where? I don't see anything.

Vizzini: Well, I- I could have sworn I saw something. But no thing.

[Vizzini tries to agree back laughter]

Man in Black: What'due south so funny?

Vizzini: I'll tell you lot in a infinitesimal. Commencement, let'due south drink. Me from my glass, and you from yours.

[Vizzini and the Man in Black drink]

Homo in Black: You lot guessed wrong.

Vizzini: You lot only recall I guessed wrong! That's what'south so funny! I switched glasses when your dorsum was turned! Ha ha! You fool! Y'all fell victim to one of the archetype blunders - the most famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - merely simply slightly less well-known is this: "Never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line"! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha...

[Vizzini stops suddenly, his smile frozen on his confront and falls to the basis expressionless. The Man in Black removes the blindfold from Buttercup'due south head]

Man in Black: You lot all right?

Buttercup: And to recollect, all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.

Human being in Black: They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an amnesty to iocane powder.

Fezzik: Why practise yous wear a mask? Were you lot burned past acrid, or something similar that?

Man in Black: Oh no, it's just that they're terribly comfy. I remember everyone volition be wearing them in the future.

Inigo Montoya: I donna suppose you could speed things upward?

Human being in Black: If you're in such a bustle, you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do.

Inigo Montoya: I could exercise that. I have some rope up here, but I practise not think you would accept my help, since I am but waiting around to kill you.

Man in Black: That does put a damper on our relationship.

Buttercup: We'll never succeed. Nosotros may also die here.

Westley: No, no. We accept already succeeded. I hateful, what are the three terrors of the Burn Swamp? I, the flame spurt - no problem. There's a popping sound preceding each; we tin can avoid that. Ii, the lightning sand, which yous were clever enough to discover what that looks similar, so in the future we can avoid that too.

Buttercup: Westley, what about the R.O.U.Southward.'s?

Westley: Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't call up they exist.

[Immediately, an R.O.U.S. attacks him]

Man in Black: Y'all've done cypher but study swordplay?

Inigo Montoya: More pursue than study lately. Y'all meet, I cannot detect him... it'southward been twenty years at present and I'm starting to lose conviction. I just work for Vizzini to pay the bills. There'southward non a lot of money in revenge.

Man in Black: Well I certainly hope you find him anytime.

Inigo Montoya: You are gear up then?

Human being in Black: Whether I am or not, you've been more than fair.

Inigo Montoya: Y'all seem a decent young man... I detest to impale you lot.

Man in Black: You lot seem a decent beau... I hate to die.

Inigo Montoya: Begin.

Inigo Montoya: I practise not mean to pry, simply you don't by whatsoever take a chance happen to have six fingers on your correct hand?

Human being in Black: Do you ever begin conversations this style?

Dread Pirate Roberts: Proficient night, Westley. Skillful work. Slumber well. I'll most likely kill you in the forenoon.

Inigo Montoya: Hullo, my proper noun is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

[Inigo advances on Rugen, but stumbles into the tabular array with sudden pain. Rugen attacks, but Inigo parries and rises to his feet over again]

Inigo Montoya: Hi, my proper name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my male parent. Prepare to die.

[Rugen attacks again, Inigo parries more fiercely, gaining strength]

Inigo Montoya: Hello! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my begetter! Prepare to die!

Count Rugen: Stop proverb that!

[Rugen attacks, twice. Inigo avoids and wounds Rugen in both shoulders, the same spots where he wounded Inigo. Inigo attacks, bellowing:]

Inigo Montoya: HELLO! MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA! Yous KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!

[Inigo corners Count Rugen, knocks his sword aside, and slashes his cheek, giving him a scar just like Inigo's]

Inigo Montoya: Offering me coin.

Count Rugen: Yes!

Inigo Montoya: Power, too, promise me that.

[He slashes his other cheek]

Count Rugen: All that I take and more. Delight...

Inigo Montoya: Offer me anything I ask for.

Count Rugen: Anything yous want...

[Rugen knocks Inigo's sword aside and lunges. Only Inigo traps his arm and aims his sword at Rugen's stomach]

Inigo Montoya: I want my father dorsum, you son of a bitch!

[He runs Count Rugen through and shoves him back against the tabular array. Rugen falls to the floor, expressionless]

[repeated line]

Vizzini: Inconceivable!

[concluding lines]

The Grandson: Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it once again to me tomorrow.

Grandad: As y'all wish.

Phenomenon Max: [Lifts and drops the arm of the dead Westley] I've seen worse.

Grandad: It was x days to the wedding. The Male monarch nonetheless lived, simply Buttercup'due south nightmares were growing steadily worse.

The Grandson: Meet, didn't I tell you she'd never ally that rotten Humperdinck?

Grandfather: Yes, y'all're very smart. Shut up.

Westley: Why won't my artillery move?

Fezzik: You've been mostly-dead all day.

Westley: I told you I would e'er come for you. Why didn't yous wait for me?

Buttercup: Well... yous were dead.

Westley: Death cannot stop true dearest. All it tin can do is delay it for a while.

Buttercup: I will never dubiety again.

Westley: In that location will never be a need.

Inigo Montoya: Yous are using Bonetti's Defense force against me, ah?

Human in Blackness: I thought it plumbing equipment considering the rocky terrain.

Inigo Montoya: Naturally, you must await me to set on with Capo Ferro?

Man in Black: Naturally, simply I detect that Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro. Don't yous?

Inigo Montoya: Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa... which I take!

Westley: Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where is Buttercup?

Inigo Montoya: Allow me explicate.

[pause]

Inigo Montoya: No, in that location is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is marry Humperdinck in little less than half an hour. So all we accept to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, brand our escape... afterwards I kill Count Rugen.

Westley: That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying.

Fezzik: You just wiggled your finger. That's wonderful.

Westley: I've always been a quick healer. What are our liabilities?

Inigo Montoya: There is merely one working castle gate, and... and it is guarded by threescore men.

Westley: And our assets?

Inigo Montoya: Your brains, Fezzik'due south force, my steel.

Buttercup: You're the Dread Pirate Roberts, acknowledge it!

Man in Black: With pride. What tin can I do for you lot?

Buttercup: Y'all can die slowly, cut into a grand pieces.

Man in Black: Tsk, tsk. That's inappreciably complimentary, Highness. Why loose your venom on me?

Buttercup: Y'all killed my love.

Man in Black: It'due south possible. I impale a lot of people.

Westley: Information technology'southward not that bad.

Westley: Well, I'g not proverb I'd similar to build a summertime home hither, but the trees are actually quite lovely.

Phenomenon Max: Yous rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

Fezzik: We confront each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill confronting skill lone.

Man in Black: You mean, you'll put down your stone and I'll put down my sword, and nosotros'll try and kill each other like civilized people?

Fezzik: I could kill you now.

Man in Black: Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.

Fezzik: Information technology's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.

The Grandson: A book?

Grandfather: That'due south right. When I was your age, tv was called books. And this is a special book. It was the volume my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today I'm gonna read it to you.

The Grandson: Has information technology got any sports in it?

Grandfather: Are you lot kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...

The Grandson: Doesn't sound as well bad. I'll try to stay awake.

Granddad: Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.

Miracle Max: Get back, witch.

Valerie: I'm not a witch, I'm your married woman. But after what y'all merely said, I'grand not fifty-fifty sure I want to exist that whatever more.

Westley: Nosotros are men of action, lies practice non get us.

Westley: Hear this now: I will e'er come for you lot.

Buttercup: But how tin y'all be certain?

Westley: This is true love - you recall this happens every mean solar day?

Miracle Max: He probably owes you money huh? I'll inquire him.

Inigo Montoya: He'southward expressionless. He tin can't talk.

Miracle Max: Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. Information technology just so happens that your friend here is only Mostly dead. There'south a big departure between mostly dead and all dead. By and large dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there's ordinarily only 1 matter you tin do.

Inigo Montoya: What's that?

Miracle Max: Go through his clothes and look for loose modify.

Westley: No one would surrender to the Dread Pirate Westley.

Buttercup: Oh, Westley, will you lot ever forgive me?

Westley: What hideous sin have you committed lately?

Buttercup: I got married. I didn't want to - it all happened and then fast.

Westley: Never happened.

Buttercup: What?

Westley: Never happened.

Buttercup: But information technology did! I was there; this onetime man said 'man and wife.'

Westley: Did you lot say 'I do?'

Buttercup: Um, no... we sort of skipped that part.

Westley: So yous're not married. You didn't say it; you didn't do information technology.

Westley: [to the Prince who has just entered the room] Wouldn't yous agree, Your Highness?

Prince Humperdinck: A technicality that will presently be remedied.

[after defeating Fezzik, who lays on the footing unconscious]

Human in Blackness: I do not green-eyed you the headache y'all will take when you awake. Just for at present, rest well and dream of large women.

Westley: Tin can you motility at all?

Buttercup: Move? You're alive. If you want I can fly.

Westley: Roberts had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. He took me to his cabin and he told me his secret. 'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts' he said. 'My proper noun is Ryan; I inherited the send from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just equally you will inherit it from me. The human being I inherited information technology from is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts either. His name was Cummerbund. The real Roberts has been retired fifteen years and living like a king in Patagonia.'

Grandpa: Nada gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around.

Buttercup: Farm male child, polish my equus caballus's saddle. I want to see my face shining in information technology past morning.

Westley: As y'all wish.

Granddad: "As you wish" was all he ever said to her.

Buttercup: Subcontract boy, make full these with water - please.

Westley: As you wish.

Grandpa: That twenty-four hour period, she was amazed to notice that when he was proverb "As you wish", what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.

Buttercup: Farm male child... fetch me that pitcher.

Westley: Every bit yous wish.

The Grandson: Agree information technology, concur it. What is this? Are you trying to trick me? Where's the sports?

The Grandson: Is this a kissing book?

Granddaddy: Wait, just wait.

The Grandson: Well, when does it get good?

Grandpa: Keep your shirt on, and permit me read.

Man in Black: Look, are you merely footling around with me or what?

Fezzik: I just want you to experience you're doing well.

Inigo Montoya: Are y'all the Miracle Max who worked for the male monarch all those years?

Miracle Max: The King'south stinking son fired me, and give thanks you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you lot're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We're closed.

Vizzini: Terminate him. Cease him, your style.

Fezzik: Oh good, my manner. Thank you Vizzini... what's my way?

Vizzini: Pick up ane of those rocks, become behind a boulder, in a few minutes the homo in black volition come running around the bend, the minute his caput is in view, hitting it with the stone.

Fezzik: My manner's not very sportsman-similar.

Vizzini: You're trying to kidnap what I've rightfully stolen.

Inigo Montoya: My father was slaughtered by a half-dozen-fingered man. He was a great swordmaker, my male parent. When the vi-fingered man appeared and requested a special sword, my father took the job. He slaved a year before it was done.

[Shows the Human in Blackness the sword]

Man in Black: I've never seen its equal.

Inigo Montoya: The six-fingered man returned and demanded it, just at one tenth his promised price. My father refused. Without a word, the six-fingered homo slashed him through the eye. I loved my father. Then naturally, I challenged his murderer to a duel. I failed. The half-dozen-fingered man left me live, but he gave me these.

[strokes the scars on his cheeks]

Human in Blackness: How old were you?

Inigo Montoya: I was eleven years sometime. And when I was stiff enough, I dedicated my life to the written report of fencing. So the next time we run across, I will non neglect. I volition go upwards to the half dozen-fingered man and say, "Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to dice."

Grandpa: Since the invention of the kiss, in that location have been v kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. The stop.

Count Rugen: Your princess is quite a winning animal. A trifle unproblematic, perhaps. Her entreatment is undeniable.

Prince Humperdinck: I know, the people are quite taken with her. It's odd, simply when I hired Vizzini to have her murdered on our engagement solar day, I idea that was clever. But it's going to be so much more moving when I strangle her on our nuptials night. In one case Guilder is blamed, the nation will truly be outraged - they'll demand we go to war.

Count Rugen: [snickers, then examines a huge tree] Now where is that underground knot? It'south impossible to find...

[he finds information technology and the tree opens to reveal a subconscious passage]

Count Rugen: Ah. Are yous coming down into the pit? Wesley's got his strength back. I'grand starting him on the motorcar tonight.

Prince Humperdinck: [sincerely] Tyrone, you lot know how much I love watching y'all work, only I've got my country'due south 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to accommodate, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'k swamped.

Count Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, and so you haven't got anything.

Grandpa: She doesn't get eaten by the eels at this time.

The Grandson: What?

Grandad: The eel doesn't become her. I'm explaining to y'all because you look nervous.

The Grandson: I wasn't nervous. Maybe I was a fiddling scrap concerned, but that's not the aforementioned thing.

Inigo Montoya: You are sure nobody's followed us?

Vizzini: Equally I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable. No one in Guilder knows what we've done, and no ane in Florin could take gotten here so fast. Out of curiosity, why practice you ask?

Inigo Montoya: No reason. It's just... I just happened to expect backside us and something is there.

Vizzini: What? Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at dark... in... eel-infested waters...

Inigo Montoya: Simply this is Buttercup's true honey - If you heal him, he will stop Humperdinck'due south wedding.

Miracle Max: Await. Wait. I brand him ameliorate, Humperdinck suffers?

Inigo Montoya: Humiliations galore!

Miracle Max: HA-HA-HA!

[mutters nether his breath and grabs his cap]

Miracle Max: *That* is a noble cause. Requite me the lx-5, I'm on the job.

The King: What was that for?

Buttercup: Considering you've always been so kind to me, and I'll never run into you again, because I'm killing myself as shortly as we achieve the honeymoon suite.

The King: Won't that be nice?

The King: She kissed me! Ha!

Westley: There'due south a shortage of perfect breasts in this earth. It would exist a pity to harm yours.

Inigo Montoya: [pushing his style through a crowd] Excuse me... Pardon me, please, it's important... Fezzik, please?

Fezzik: EVERYBODY Motion!

[everybody clears a path]

Inigo Montoya: Thanks.

Westley: Oh, what I wouldn't requite for a holocaust cloak.

Inigo Montoya: There, we cannot assistance you.

Fezzik: Will this practice?

[hauls out a blackness cloak]

Inigo Montoya: Where did you get that?

Fezzik: At Phenomenon Max'southward. It fits so nice, he said I could keep information technology.

Phenomenon Max: Sonny, truthful love is the greatest matter in the world - except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is squeamish and lean and the tomatoes are ripe

[smacks his lips]

Miracle Max: They're so perky, I love that.

Inigo Montoya: Y'all know, Fezzik, you finally did something right.

Fezzik: Don't worry, I won't permit information technology go to my caput.

Buttercup: You tin't hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And y'all cannot track that, non with a 1000 bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords. And when I say you are a coward information technology is only because y'all are one of the slimiest weaklings always to walk the Earth!

Grandpa: Westley didn't reach his destination. His send was attacked by the Dread Pirate Roberts, who never left captives alive. When Buttercup got the news that Westley was murdered...

The Grandson: Murdered past pirates is good...

Fezzik: You never said annihilation about killing anyone.

Vizzini: I've hired y'all to help me start a war. It'due south an prestigious line of piece of work, with a long and glorious tradition.

Fezzik: I just don't think information technology's right, killing an innocent girl.

Vizzini: Am I going MAD, or did the word "think" escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic country mass.

Inigo Montoya: I agree with Fezzik.

Vizzini: Oh, the sot has spoken. What happens to her is not truly your concern. I will kill her. And call back this, never forget this: when I constitute you, yous were so slobbering drunkard, you couldn't buy brandy!

[turning to Fezzik]

Vizzini: And YOU: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you want me to ship you back to where you lot were? Unemployed, in Greenland?

Westley: I mean, if we merely had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.

Inigo Montoya: Where nosotros did we put that wheelbarrow the albino had?

Fezzik: Over the albino, I think.

Westley: Well, why didn't you list that amongst our assets in the kickoff place?

Fezzik: [pretending to be the Dread Pirate Roberts] My men are here! I am here! But soon *you* will not be here!

Inigo Montoya: Practice you hear that, Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that audio when Rugen slaughtered my father. The man in black makes it at present.

Fezzik: The homo in blackness?

Inigo Montoya: His true love is marrying another tonight, and then who else has the cause for ultimate suffering?

Vizzini: A word, my lady. Nosotros are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?

Buttercup: In that location is nothing nearby... Not for miles.

Vizzini: Then there volition be no 1 to hear you scream.

Count Rugen: Yous must be that little Castilian brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Y'all've been chasing me your whole life simply to fail now? I think that's about the worst matter I've e'er heard.

[interruption]

Count Rugen: How marvelous.

The Grandson: Wait, what did Fezzik hateful "He'due south dead"? I mean, he didn't mean expressionless. Westley's only faking. Correct?

Grandad: You desire me to read this or not?

The Grandson: Who gets Humperdinck?

Grandad: I don't understand.

The Grandson: Who kills Prince Humperdinck? At the end. Somebody'southward got to do it. Is it Iñigo, who?

Grandad: Nobody. Nobody kills him. He lives.

The Grandson: You mean he wins?

The Grandson: Jesus, Grandpa! What did you read me this thing for?

Grandad: You know, yous've been very ill and you're taking this story very seriously. I think we better stop now.

The Grandson: No, I'k okay. I'grand okay. Sit down down. I'm all right.

Valerie: Ever since Prince Humperdinck fired him, his confidence has been shattered.

Miracle Max: Why'd y'all say that name? You promised me you would never say that name!

Valerie: What, Humperdinck?

Miracle Max: Aahaahh!

Valerie: Humperdinck! Humperdinck! Humperdinck!

Phenomenon Max: I'm non listening!

Inigo Montoya: He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.

Prince Humperdinck: She is alive, or was an hr ago. If she is otherwise when I notice her I shall be very put out.

Buttercup: Westley. Oh, Westley darling!

[embraces Westley passionately, and is visibly disconcerted when he lies back passively]

Buttercup: Westley, why won't you hold me?

Westley: Gently.

Buttercup: At a fourth dimension like this, that'south all you can think to say. Gently?

[squeezes Westley tighter]

Westley: Gently!

Westley: Ughhhh!

Inigo Montoya: [drunk] I am waiting for you, Vizzini! You lot told me to become back to the beginning... so I have.

[widen to bear witness Inigo sitting in a heap against a business firm, swilling from a canteen]

Inigo Montoya: This is where I am, this is where I'll stay. I will non exist moved!

Count Rugen: Beautiful isn't information technology? It took me half a lifetime to invent it. I'thou sure you've discovered my deep and abiding interest in pain. Presently I'chiliad writing the definitive work on the subject field, and then I desire y'all to be totally honest with me on how the auto makes y'all experience. This being our commencement try, I'll use the lowest setting.

Count Rugen: As you know, the concept of the suction pump is centuries onetime. Actually that'southward all this is except that instead of sucking water, I'm sucking life. I've just sucked ane year of your life abroad. I might one day get as loftier as five, merely I actually don't know what that would do to you. And then, let's just start with what nosotros have. What did this practise to you? Tell me. And call back, this is for posterity so be honest. How exercise you feel?

Human in Blackness: [problems a whimpering moan]

Count Rugen: Interesting.

Fezzik: You just shook your head... doesn't that make you happy?

Westley: My brains, his steel, and your force against sixty men, and you retrieve a little head-jiggle is supposed to make me happy?

Westley: Where am I?

The Albino: [raspy voice] The Pit of Despair! Don't even call up...

[clears throat]

The Albino: ... don't fifty-fifty retrieve about trying to escape. The chains are far likewise thick. Don't dream of existence rescued, either; the merely way in is undercover. Merely the Prince, the Count, and I know how to arrive and out.

Westley: And so I'grand here till I die?

The Albino: Until they impale you lot, yeah.

Westley: And then why bother curing me?

The Albino: Well, the Prince and Count always insist on everyone being good for you before they're broken.

Westley: Then it's to be torture?

The Albino: [nods enthusiastically]

Westley: I can cope with torture.

The Albino: [shakes head enthusiastically]

Westley: Don't believe me?

The Albino: You survived the Fire Swamp, so you must be very brave, but no one withstands The Machine.

Prince Humperdinck: You truly love each other and so you might have been truly happy. Not i couple in a century has that run a risk, no affair what the story books say. And so I think no man in a century will endure every bit profoundly as y'all will.

Prince Humperdinck: You truly love each other? Then you might have been truly happy! No couple in a century has that gamble, no matter what the storybooks say. And then I think no human in a century volition endure as greatly as yous volition

[Throws the lever on the Automobile up to the highest setting]

Count Rugen: Not to 50!

Westley: [Writhes and howls]

Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, do you hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when Count Rugen killed my father. The Man in Blackness makes information technology now.

Fezzik: The Man in Black?

Inigo Montoya: His true beloved is marry Prince Humperdinck tonight, so who else has cause for ultimate suffering?

Inigo Montoya: Where is the Homo in Black?

[the Albino doesn't answer]

Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, jog his memory.

Fezzik: [Fezzik strikes the Albino so difficult it knocks him out] Sorry, Inigo. I didn't mean to jog him so difficult.

Vizzini: We'll head straight for the Guilder frontier. Y'all catch up with us there. If he falls, fine. If non, the sword.

Inigo Montoya: I'm going to duel him left-handed.

Vizzini: Y'all know what a hurry we're in!

Inigo Montoya: Well, is but way I tin exist satisfied. If I use my right... over too chop-chop.

Vizzini: [exasperated] Oh, have it your way.

Buttercup: You mocked me once, never practice it once again! I died that solar day!

Fezzik: I am the Dread Pirate Roberts! There will be no survivors!

Inigo Montoya: Now?

Westley: Not yet.

Fezzik: My men are here! I am here! Just before long, *yous* will not exist hither!

Inigo Montoya: At present?

Westley: Light him!

Fezzik: [on fire] The Dread Pirate Roberts takes no survivors! All your worst nightmares are most to come true! The Dread Pirate Roberts is here for your *souls*!

Fezzik: Inigo! Inigo! Where are you?

[Inigo appears at the window]

Fezzik: Ah, at that place you are. Inigo, I saw the Prince's stables, and there they were, iv white horses. And I thought, in that location are iv of us, if nosotros ever find the lady.

[Buttercup appears at the window]

Fezzik: Howdy, lady! So I took them with me, in case we ever bumped into each other. I guess we just did.

Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, you did something right.

Fezzik: Don't worry. I won't let it go to my head.

The Grandson: They're kissing over again. Do we have to read the kissing parts?

Man in Black: That was a alarm, Highness. Side by side time my hand flies on its own. Where I come up from, at that place are penalties when a woman lies.

[after Inigo pulls the Man in Black to the height]

Man in Black: Thank you.

[He begins to describe his sword, but Inigo motions him to stop]

Inigo Montoya: We'll wait until y'all are ready.

Man in Blackness: [sheathes sword] Again, thank you.

Vizzini: I suppose y'all think you're brave, don't you?

Buttercup: But compared to some.

Fezzik: I simply figured why y'all give me so much trouble.

Westley: Why is that

[squashed against a rock]

Westley: do you call back?

Fezzik: Well, I oasis't fought one person for so long. I've been specialised in groups, battling gangs for local charities, that kind of matter.

Westley: Why should that make such a

[squashed painfully]

Westley: difference?

Fezzik: You use different moves when you're fighting one-half a dozen people, than when you only have to be worried nearly 1

[falls unconscious]

The Ancient Booer: Boo. Boo. Boo.

Buttercup: Why exercise yous do this?

The Ancient Booer: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it upwardly.

Buttercup: Just they would have killed Westley if I hadn't washed it.

The Ancient Booer: Your true love lives. And you marry some other. Truthful Beloved saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated information technology similar garbage. And that'due south what she is, the Queen of Reject. So bow down to her if yous want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.

Fezzik: You be conscientious. People in masks cannot be trusted.

Inigo Montoya: Where is this Count Rugen now, then I may kill him?

Fezzik: He's in the castle with the prince. But the castle gate is guarded by thirty men.

Inigo Montoya: How may practice you lot think you could handle?

Fezzik: I don't recollect more than ten.

Buttercup: If y'all'll release me, any you inquire for ransom, you'll get information technology! I promise you.

Man in Black: And what is that worth, the hope of a woman? You're very funny, Highness.

Count Rugen: Y'all've got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. It's going to get you into trouble 1 of these days.

Fezzik: [Inigo puts the miracle pill into Westley's mouth] How long practice we have to look, before we know the miracle works?

Inigo Montoya: You're guess is as practiced as mine.

Westley: [Opens his eyes] I'll beat you lot both apart! I'll take you both together!

Fezzik: [Promptly covers Westley's rima oris] I guess not very long.

Westley: But how will you capture us? We know the Secrets of the Burn Swamp. We can live there quite happily for some time, then if you ever experience similar dying, please pay us a visit.

Inigo Montoya: That's a phenomenon pill?

Valerie: The chocolate blanket makes information technology go down easier. But you have to expect fifteen minutes for total authorisation. And y'all shouldn't go in swimming after, for at least, what?

Westley: [to Buttercup every bit they run towards the Fire Swamp] Ha, your hog fiance is too tardily!

Westley: Never happened.

Buttercup: It did! This quondam man said "Human being and Wife"

Westley: Did you lot say "I exercise"

Buttercup: No, nosotros sort of skipped that part.

Westley: And so yous're not married. If you lot didn't say it, yous didn't exercise it. Wouldn't you agree, your Highness?

Prince Humperdinck: A technicality that will soon exist remedied.

Buttercup: I idea you were dead one time and it nearly killed me. I could non acquit it if you lot died again, not when I could save yous.

[Humperdink sweeps her away on his Equus caballus]

Count Rugen: Come, Sir, we must get you to your Ship.

Westley: We are men of Action, Lies exercise not get us.

Count Rugen: Well spoken, Sir... What is it, what's incorrect?

Westley: You lot have 6 fingers on your right manus! Someone was looking for you

[knocked unconscious]

Westley: .

Count Rugen: Kill the giant and the night one, exit the third for questioning.

Inigo Montoya: Let's go.

Fezzik: Where?

Inigo Montoya: Find the man in black obviously.

Fezzik: But don't you know where he is.

Inigo Montoya: Don't bother me with trifles. After twenty years, at concluding my father'south soul volition be at peace. At that place volition be blood this evening!

Prince Humperdinck: Someone has beaten a Giant. There will exist much suffering in Guilder if she dies.

Prince Humperdinck: [boner reel] "My people! A month from now... I've forgotten my line!"

Vizzini: Do you know what that audio is, Highness? Those are the shrieking eels! If you don't believe me, but wait. They always abound louder when they're virtually to feed on human being mankind! If you swim back at present I hope no harm volition come to yous... I uncertainty you'll go such an offer from the eels.

Vizzini: Yous were supposed to be this Colossus. You were this great legendary matter, and yet he gains!

Fezzik: Well I'm carrying three people, and he got only himself.

Vizzini: I will not accept excuses I'chiliad only going to take to find myself a new Giant, that's all.

Fezzik: Don't say that, Vezzini, please.

[Westley, Inigo and Fezzik are storming the castle, with Fezzik wearing a black cloak and being wheeled in via wheelbarrow, as "Dread Pirate Roberts. Prince Humperdink's men are slowly bankroll away in horror]

Fezzik: I am the Dread Pirate Roberts. There will be no survivors.

[Photographic camera shows Inigo and a even so paralyzed Westley pushing the wheelbarrow]

Inigo Montoya: [strained] Now?

Westley: Not even so.

Fezzik: [to the soldiers; in a very intimidating phonation] My men are here. I am here. But presently, *YOU* will not be here.

Inigo Montoya: [very strained] At present?

Westley: Light him.

[Inigo sets the wheelbarrow on fire with a lit candle. The giant, intimidating grade of the cloaked Fezzik becomes a burning phantom-like image. The soldiers stand in front of the castle gate, potent with horror as the gargantuan inferno slowly advances towards them]

Fezzik: The Dread Pirate Roberts spares no survivor. All your worst nightmares, are nigh to come true!

[the soldiers scurry out of the manner like terrified mice]

[the story has come to yet another kissing scene, annoying the Grandson]

The Grandson: Oh, no. No, please.

Gramps: What is it? What's the matter?

The Grandson: They're kissing once again. Practise we accept to hear the kissing part?

Grandpa: Someday, you might not heed and then much.

Buttercup: [At the end of a long tumble downwards a hill] Oot!

Spoilers

The quote items below may give away important plot points.

Inigo Montoya: [falls to his knees] Kill me apace.

Man in Black: I would sooner destroy a stained glass window than an creative person similar yourself. However, since I can't have you follow me either...

[knocks Inigo unconscious]

Man in Black: Please understand I hold y'all in the highest respect.

Buttercup: You lot can die besides for all I care!

[pushes him downwards a high hill]

Human being in Black: AS... YOU... WISH!

Buttercup: [realizes the Man in Black is Westley] Oh, my sugariness Westley! What accept I done?

[throws herself downward the hill]

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