Well, you haven’t once said you loved me.’‘That’s all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I.
Well, why didn't you list that among our assets in the first place?
Well, I’m an abridger, so I’m entitled to a few ideas of my own. Did they make it? Was the pirate ship there? You can answer it for yourself, but, for me, I say yes it was. And yes, they got away. And...
Two things happened:(1) The door, quite clearly, locked.(2) Out went the candles on the high walls.DON'T BE FRIGHTENED! Inigo screamed.I'M NOT, I'M NOT! Fezzik screamed.
The only actual change that had come over him in the past years was that, for some reason, his impediment had gotten worse. Mawidge, he said. Vewy old.
I understand completely what you are trying to do, the Sicilian said finally, and I want it quite clear that I resent your behavior. You are trying to kidnap what I have rightfully stolen, and I think...
I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my...
I have loved you for several hours now,
I could give you my word as a Spaniard, Inigo said.No good, the man in black replied. I've known too many Spaniards.
I could feel almost my heart emptying into my pillow. Iguess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you...
He studied, fretted, complained. He never should have taken the job; it was impossible. The next day he would be flying: he never should have taken the job; it was too simple to be worth his labors. J...
Fool! cried the hunchback. You fell victim to one of the classic blunders. The most famous is 'Never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well known is this: 'Never go in agains...
Estaba abrumado, sitiado, asediado. Derrotado. Por el hombre de negro.
Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?’ He couldn’t believe it. ‘Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were—‘ ‘I don’t understand th...
Buttercup could picture Westley rounding the final corner. There were four guards outside waiting. At ten seconds per guard, she began figuring, but then stopped, because numbers had always been her e...
Back when we were on the farm, I thought I loved you, but that was not love. When I saw your face behind the mask on the ravine floor, I thought I loved you, but that was again nothing more than deep...
A sailor? A common sailor? A common ordinary seaman bests the great Inigo Montoya with the sword? In-con-ceiv-a-ble. He must be the Dread Pirate Roberts. Otherwise it makes no sense.
I write out of revenge.
Myself am often surprised at life's little quirks
He looked as much like Karl as Cuddles Sakall resembled Argentina Rocca.