Vizzini: He didn't fall? INCONCEIVABLE!
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Westly: You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Buttercup: We'll never survive!
Westley: Nonsense! You're only saying that because no one ever has.
Vizzini: Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night... in... eel-infested waters...
Westly: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
Mrs. Miracle Max: I'm not a witch, I'm your wife! And after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that any more!
Westley: Give us the gate key.
Guard: I have no gate key.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, tear his arms off.
Guard: Oh, you mean THIS gate key.
And, of course...
My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die. |
