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Buttercup: Nosotros'll never survive.

Westley: Nonsense. You're only maxim that considering no one ever has.

[repeated line]

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

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

Vizzini: HE DIDN'T Fall? INCONCEIVABLE.

Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not recollect it ways what you call back it means.

Buttercup: You mock my pain.

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

Prince Humperdinck: Starting time things first, to the death.

Westley: No. To the hurting.

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

Westley: I'll explain and I'll utilize small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you lot warthog faced buffoon.

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

Westley: Information technology won't be the last. To the pain ways the first affair you volition lose volition be your feet below the ankles. So your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.

Prince Humperdinck: And so my tongue I suppose, I killed you lot too apace the last time. A error I don't mean to duplicate tonight.

Westley: I wasn't finished. The next thing yous volition lose will be your left middle followed by your right.

Prince Humperdinck: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.

Westley: Wrong. Your ears y'all keep and I'll tell y'all why. And so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every adult female who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain means." It ways I leave you lot in ache, wallowing in freakish misery forever.

Prince Humperdinck: I think you're bluffing.

Westley: It's possible, Sus scrofa, I might be backbiting. It'due south conceivable, you lot miserable, vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again... peradventure I have the strength after all.

[slowly rises and points sword directly at the prince]

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

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

Vizzini: I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.

Man in Black: You're that smart?

Vizzini: Let me put information technology this way. Take you lot always heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?

Man in Black: Yes.

Vizzini: Morons.

Inigo Montoya: Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that information technology'south over, I don't know what to practise with the residue of my life.

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

Man in Black: All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. Information technology ends when you determine and nosotros both beverage, and detect out who is correct... and who is dead.

Vizzini: Only it'south and so elementary. All I accept to do is divine from what I know of you: are yous the sort of man who would put the poison into his ain goblet or his enemy's? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, considering he would know that only a smashing fool would accomplish for what he was given. I am non a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must take known I was non a great fool, you would accept counted on it, and so I can clearly not cull the wine in forepart of me.

Man in Black: You've made your decision then?

Vizzini: Not remotely. Considering iocane comes from Commonwealth of australia, as anybody knows, and Australia is entirely peopled with criminals, and criminals are used to having people not trust them, equally you are non trusted by me, so I tin can clearly not cull the wine in front end of y'all.

Homo in Black: Truly, you have a boundless intellect.

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

Man in Black: Australia.

Vizzini: Yes, Australia. And you must have suspected I would have known the powder'due south origin, and then I tin clearly not choose the wine in forepart of me.

Human in Black: You're just stalling now.

Vizzini: Y'all'd like to think that, wouldn't y'all? You lot've browbeaten my giant, which means yous're exceptionally strong, so you could've put the poisonous substance in your own goblet, trusting on your forcefulness to save you, so I can conspicuously non choose the vino in forepart of yous. But, you've also bested my Spaniard, which means yous must have studied, and in studying you must have learned that man is mortal, so y'all would accept put the toxicant as far from yourself as possible, then I tin conspicuously not cull the wine in front of me.

Human being in Black: You're trying to play a joke on me into giving away something. Information technology won't work.

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

Man in Black: Then make your selection.

Vizzini: I volition, and I cull... what in the globe tin can that be?

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

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

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

[Vizzini tries to hold back laughter]

Man in Blackness: What'due south so funny?

Vizzini: I'll tell you in a minute. Kickoff, allow'southward drink. Me from my drinking glass, and you from yours.

[Vizzini and the Homo in Black drink]

Human being in Black: You guessed wrong.

Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong! That's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your dorsum was turned! Ha ha! You fool! You fell victim to one of the archetype blunders - the almost famous of which is "never get involved in a land war in Asia" - simply only slightly less well-known is this: "Never go in confronting 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 face and falls to the ground expressionless. The Man in Black removes the blindfold from Buttercup's head]

Man in Black: You all correct?

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

Man in Black: They were both poisoned. I spent the concluding few years building up an immunity to iocane pulverisation.

Fezzik: Why do you habiliment a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something similar that?

Man in Black: Oh no, it'south but that they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.

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

Man in Blackness: If y'all're in such a hurry, you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do.

Inigo Montoya: I could do that. I have some rope up here, but I exercise not recollect yous would accept my assistance, since I am only waiting around to kill y'all.

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

Buttercup: We'll never succeed. We may too die here.

Westley: No, no. Nosotros have already succeeded. I mean, what are the 3 terrors of the Fire Swamp? 1, the flame spurt - no problem. There's a popping sound preceding each; we tin avoid that. Two, the lightning sand, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, then in the future nosotros tin avoid that likewise.

Buttercup: Westley, what near the R.O.U.S.'south?

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

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

Man in Black: You lot've done nothing merely written report swordplay?

Inigo Montoya: More pursue than study lately. Y'all see, I cannot find him... it'due south been twenty years now and I'one thousand starting to lose confidence. I but work for Vizzini to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.

Human in Black: Well I certainly hope you observe him someday.

Inigo Montoya: You lot are ready and then?

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

Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow... I detest to impale you.

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

Inigo Montoya: Begin.

Inigo Montoya: I practise not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your correct manus?

Man in Black: Do you always brainstorm conversations this style?

Dread Pirate Roberts: Practiced nighttime, Westley. Practiced work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

[repeated line]

Vizzini: Inconceivable!

Inigo Montoya: Hello, my proper name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Gear up to die.

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

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

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

Inigo Montoya: How-do-you-do! My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Set to die!

Count Rugen: Stop saying 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 Proper name IS INIGO MONTOYA! YOU KILLED MY FATHER! PREPARE TO DIE!

[Inigo corners Count Rugen, knocks his sword bated, and slashes his cheek, giving him a scar just similar Inigo'south]

Inigo Montoya: Offering me money.

Count Rugen: Yes!

Inigo Montoya: Power, too, hope me that.

[He slashes his other cheek]

Count Rugen: All that I have and more than. Please...

Inigo Montoya: Offering me anything I ask for.

Count Rugen: Anything you want...

[Rugen knocks Inigo'southward sword aside and lunges. But Inigo traps his arm and aims his sword at Rugen'south breadbasket]

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

[He runs Count Rugen through and shoves him dorsum against the table. Rugen falls to the floor, expressionless]

[last lines]

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

Grandpa: As y'all wish.

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

Grandpa: It was ten days to the hymeneals. The Male monarch still lived, simply Buttercup's nightmares were growing steadily worse.

The Grandson: See, didn't I tell yous she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck?

Grandpa: Yes, y'all're very smart. Shut upward.

Westley: Why won't my artillery motility?

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

Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you lot wait for me?

Buttercup: Well... y'all were dead.

Westley: Death cannot stop true honey. All it tin exercise is delay it for a while.

Buttercup: I will never doubt once again.

Westley: There will never be a need.

Inigo Montoya: You are using Bonetti'due south Defence force against me, ah?

Human in Black: I thought it fitting considering the rocky terrain.

Inigo Montoya: Naturally, yous must expect me to set on with Capo Ferro?

Man in Black: Naturally, just I discover that Thibault cancels out Capo Ferro. Don't you?

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

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

Inigo Montoya: Let me explain.

[pause]

Inigo Montoya: No, there is as well much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is ally Humperdinck in picayune less than half an hour. So all we have to do is become in, intermission 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 merely wiggled your finger. That'south wonderful.

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

Inigo Montoya: There is simply ane working castle gate, and... and information technology is guarded by 60 men.

Westley: And our avails?

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

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

Man in Blackness: With pride. What can I exercise for you?

Buttercup: You tin can die slowly, cut into a yard pieces.

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

Buttercup: You killed my love.

Man in Black: It's possible. I kill a lot of people.

Westley: It'southward not that bad.

Westley: Well, I'm non saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.

Miracle Max: You lot rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.

Fezzik: We face each other equally God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill confronting skill lonely.

Human in Black: Y'all mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put downwards my sword, and we'll endeavor and impale each other like civilized people?

Fezzik: I could impale you at present.

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

Fezzik: It's non my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even do.

Miracle Max: Get back, witch.

Valerie: I'm non a witch, I'chiliad your married woman. Just later on what yous only said, I'm not even certain I want to exist that any more.

The Grandson: A book?

Grandpa: That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special volume. It was the book 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 information technology to you lot.

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

Grandpa: Are yous kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...

The Grandson: Doesn't sound besides bad. I'll attempt to stay awake.

Grandad: Oh, well, thanks very much, very prissy of you. Your vote of conviction is overwhelming.

Westley: Nosotros are men of activeness, lies do not become us.

Westley: Hear this now: I volition e'er come for yous.

Buttercup: Just how tin can you be sure?

Westley: This is true love - you call back this happens every solar day?

Phenomenon Max: He probably owes y'all money huh? I'll enquire him.

Inigo Montoya: He's dead. He can't talk.

Phenomenon Max: Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There'southward a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all expressionless, well, with all expressionless in that location'due south usually but 1 affair you tin can do.

Inigo Montoya: What'southward that?

Miracle Max: Go through his apparel and await for loose modify.

Westley: No ane would give up to the Dread Pirate Westley.

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

Westley: What hideous sin take yous committed lately?

Buttercup: I got married. I didn't desire to - it all happened so fast.

Westley: Never happened.

Buttercup: What?

Westley: Never happened.

Buttercup: But information technology did! I was at that place; this old man said 'man and wife.'

Westley: Did you say 'I practise?'

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

Westley: And so yous're not married. You didn't say it; you didn't do it.

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

Prince Humperdinck: A technicality that will before long be remedied.

[afterwards defeating Fezzik, who lays on the ground unconscious]

Human in Black: I do non green-eyed you the headache you will have when you lot awake. Simply for at present, remainder well and dream of large women.

Westley: Can you movement at all?

Buttercup: Move? You're live. If you lot desire I can fly.

Westley: Roberts had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. He took me to his cabin and he told me his cloak-and-dagger. 'I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts' he said. 'My proper name is Ryan; I inherited the send from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, but equally you lot will inherit it from me. The human being I inherited it from is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts either. His name was Cummerbund. The real Roberts has been retired 15 years and living like a male monarch in Patagonia.'

Grandad: Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around.

Buttercup: Farm boy, shine my horse'due south saddle. I desire to come across my confront shining in it by morning.

Westley: As you wish.

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

Buttercup: Farm male child, fill these with water - delight.

Westley: As you wish.

Grandad: That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish", what he meant was, "I honey you." And even more amazing was the twenty-four hours she realized she truly loved him back.

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

Westley: As you wish.

The Grandson: Hold information technology, concord information technology. What is this? Are you trying to pull a fast one on me? Where's the sports?

The Grandson: Is this a kissing volume?

Gramps: Wait, but wait.

The Grandson: Well, when does information technology get proficient?

Grandpa: Continue your shirt on, and let me read.

Human being in Black: Wait, are you just fiddling around with me or what?

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

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

Miracle Max: The Male monarch'south stinking son fired me, and cheers and then much for bringing upward such a painful field of study. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? Nosotros're closed.

Vizzini: Finish him. Finish him, your mode.

Fezzik: Oh good, my way. Thank you Vizzini... what'southward my fashion?

Vizzini: Pick up one of those rocks, go backside a boulder, in a few minutes the man in black volition come up running around the curve, the infinitesimal his caput is in view, hitting it with the stone.

Fezzik: My mode's non very sportsman-similar.

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

Inigo Montoya: My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man. He was a swell swordmaker, my begetter. When the six-fingered man appeared and requested a special sword, my begetter took the job. He slaved a year before it was done.

[Shows the Human being in Black the sword]

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

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

[strokes the scars on his cheeks]

Man in Black: How one-time were y'all?

Inigo Montoya: I was xi years erstwhile. And when I was strong enough, I defended my life to the written report of fencing. So the side by side time we run into, I will not fail. I will go up to the six-fingered human being and say, "Hullo. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my begetter. Prepare to dice."

Grandpa: Since the invention of the kiss, there have been v kisses rated the most passionate, the most pure. This 1 left them all backside. The end.

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

Prince Humperdinck: I know, the people are quite taken with her. It'south odd, just when I hired Vizzini to have her murdered on our appointment 24-hour interval, I thought that was clever. But it's going to exist and then much more moving when I strangle her on our nuptials nighttime. In one case Guilder is blamed, the nation will truly be outraged - they'll demand we go to state of war.

Count Rugen: [snickers, so examines a huge tree] At present where is that secret knot? It's impossible to find...

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

Count Rugen: Ah. Are you coming downwards into the pit? Wesley'due south got his strength back. I'm starting him on the machine tonight.

Prince Humperdinck: [sincerely] Tyrone, yous know how much I love watching yous work, but I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my nuptials to arrange, my wife to murder and Guilder to frame for it; I'grand swamped.

Count Rugen: Get some residual. If yous haven't got your health, then you haven't got anything.

Westley: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would exist a pity to harm yours.

Grandfather: She doesn't go eaten past the eels at this fourth dimension.

The Grandson: What?

Grandpa: The eel doesn't get her. I'chiliad explaining to you considering you look nervous.

The Grandson: I wasn't nervous. Maybe I was a fiddling bit concerned, only that's not the same affair.

Inigo Montoya: You lot are sure nobody'due south followed us?

Vizzini: Equally I told you, it would exist absolutely, totally, and in all other means inconceivable. No 1 in Guilder knows what we've washed, and no one in Florin could have gotten hither so fast. Out of curiosity, why do you inquire?

Inigo Montoya: No reason. It's only... I just happened to wait behind u.s.a. and something is in that location.

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

Inigo Montoya: Merely this is Buttercup'southward true honey - If you heal him, he will cease Humperdinck'southward wedding.

Miracle Max: Expect. Look. I brand him improve, Humperdinck suffers?

Inigo Montoya: Humiliations galore!

Phenomenon Max: HA-HA-HA!

[mutters nether his breath and grabs his cap]

Phenomenon Max: *That* is a noble cause. Give me the sixty-5, I'm on the job.

The King: What was that for?

Buttercup: Because yous've always been so kind to me, and I'll never see y'all once more, considering I'm killing myself every bit soon as we achieve the honeymoon suite.

The King: Won't that be squeamish?

The King: She kissed me! Ha!

Inigo Montoya: [pushing his way through a oversupply] Excuse me... Pardon me, please, it'due south important... Fezzik, please?

Fezzik: EVERYBODY MOVE!

[everybody clears a path]

Inigo Montoya: Thank you.

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

Inigo Montoya: There, nosotros cannot help yous.

Fezzik: Will this do?

[hauls out a blackness cloak]

Inigo Montoya: Where did you get that?

Fezzik: At Miracle Max'southward. Information technology fits so nice, he said I could keep it.

Miracle Max: Sonny, true love is the greatest thing in the globe - except for a nice MLT - mutton, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomatoes are ripe

[smacks his lips]

Miracle Max: They're so perky, I beloved 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 can't injure me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of beloved. And you cannot track that, not with a yard bloodhounds, and you cannot intermission it, not with a k swords. And when I say you are a coward it is but because you are ane of the slimiest weaklings ever 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 by pirates is adept...

Fezzik: You never said anything about killing anyone.

Vizzini: I've hired you to help me showtime a war. It's an prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.

Fezzik: I just don't remember it'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 land mass.

Inigo Montoya: I agree with Fezzik.

Vizzini: Oh, the sot has spoken. What happens to her is not truly your business organisation. I will impale her. And remember this, never forget this: when I found yous, you were and so slobbering drunk, yous couldn't purchase brandy!

[turning to Fezzik]

Vizzini: And YOU: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you desire me to ship yous dorsum to where you were? Unemployed, in Greenland?

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

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

Fezzik: Over the albino, I think.

Westley: Well, why didn't y'all list that among our assets in the kickoff place?

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

Inigo Montoya: Practice you hear that, Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My eye fabricated that sound when Rugen slaughtered my male parent. The man in blackness makes it now.

Fezzik: The man in black?

Inigo Montoya: His true love is marrying some other tonight, so 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: There is zippo nearby... Not for miles.

Vizzini: Then there will exist no one to hear you scream.

Count Rugen: You lot must be that picayune Castilian deviling I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Y'all've been chasing me your whole life only to fail now? I think that'due south well-nigh the worst thing I've ever heard.

[pause]

Count Rugen: How marvelous.

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

Grandpa: You want me to read this or not?

The Grandson: Who gets Humperdinck?

Grandfather: I don't understand.

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

Grandpa: Nobody. Nobody kills him. He lives.

The Grandson: You hateful he wins?

The Grandson: Jesus, Grandfather! What did y'all read me this thing for?

Grandpa: You know, you've been very sick and you're taking this story very seriously. I think we ameliorate stop now.

The Grandson: No, I'm okay. I'chiliad okay. Sit downwardly. I'thousand all right.

Valerie: Always since Prince Humperdinck fired him, his conviction has been shattered.

Phenomenon Max: Why'd yous say that name? Yous promised me you lot would never say that name!

Valerie: What, Humperdinck?

Miracle Max: Aahaahh!

Valerie: Humperdinck! Humperdinck! Humperdinck!

Miracle Max: I'm not listening!

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

Prince Humperdinck: She is alive, or was an 60 minutes ago. If she is otherwise when I find her I shall be very put out.

Buttercup: Westley. Oh, Westley darling!

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

Buttercup: Westley, why won't y'all concord me?

Westley: Gently.

Buttercup: At a fourth dimension like this, that's all you lot tin think to say. Gently?

[squeezes Westley tighter]

Westley: Gently!

Westley: Ughhhh!

Inigo Montoya: [drunkard] I am waiting for you, Vizzini! You told me to get back to the beginning... and so I accept.

[widen to evidence Inigo sitting in a heap confronting a house, swilling from a bottle]

Inigo Montoya: This is where I am, this is where I'll stay. I will not exist moved!

Count Rugen: Beautiful isn't it? It took me half a lifetime to invent it. I'm sure yous've discovered my deep and abiding interest in pain. Presently I'm writing the definitive work on the subject, and then I want you lot to be totally honest with me on how the machine makes you feel. This being our first attempt, I'll employ the lowest setting.

Count Rugen: As you know, the concept of the suction pump is centuries old. Really that'due south all this is except that instead of sucking water, I'm sucking life. I've only sucked one year of your life abroad. I might one day get as high equally five, but I really don't know what that would do to you. Then, let's just start with what nosotros have. What did this practice to you? Tell me. And think, this is for posterity and so be honest. How practise yous experience?

Homo in Blackness: [issues 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 forcefulness against sixty men, and you think a little caput-jiggle is supposed to make me happy?

Westley: Where am I?

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

[clears throat]

The Albino: ... don't even think near trying to escape. The chains are far too thick. Don't dream of existence rescued, either; the just fashion in is secret. Only the Prince, the Count, and I know how to get in and out.

Westley: So I'm here till I die?

The Albino: Until they impale you, yeah.

Westley: And so why bother curing me?

The Albino: Well, the Prince and Count ever insist on everyone being salubrious before they're broken.

Westley: Then it'southward 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: Y'all survived the Burn Swamp, so y'all must be very dauntless, 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 gamble, no matter what the story books say. And so I call up no human in a century will suffer equally greatly equally you volition.

Prince Humperdinck: You truly love each other? And so you might have been truly happy! No couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the storybooks say. And and so I remember no man in a century will suffer equally greatly as you volition

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

Count Rugen: Not to Fifty!

Westley: [Writhes and howls]

Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, do you lot hear that? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My middle made that sound when Count Rugen killed my begetter. The Man in Blackness makes it at present.

Fezzik: The Man in Black?

Inigo Montoya: His truthful beloved is ally Prince Humperdinck tonight, and then who else has crusade for ultimate suffering?

Inigo Montoya: Where is the Man in Blackness?

[the Albino doesn't answer]

Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, jog his retentiveness.

Fezzik: [Fezzik strikes the Albino so hard it knocks him out] Deplorable, Inigo. I didn't hateful to jog him so hard.

Vizzini: Nosotros'll head straight for the Guilder frontier. You lot catch up with usa in that location. If he falls, fine. If not, the sword.

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

Vizzini: You know what a hurry we're in!

Inigo Montoya: Well, is just style I tin can be satisfied. If I use my right... over too apace.

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

Buttercup: You mocked me once, never exercise it once again! I died that twenty-four hours!

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

Inigo Montoya: Now?

Westley: Not yet.

Fezzik: My men are hither! I am here! But shortly, *you lot* volition not exist hither!

Inigo Montoya: Now?

Westley: Calorie-free him!

Fezzik: [on fire] The Dread Pirate Roberts takes no survivors! All your worst nightmares are about 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 in that location they were, four white horses. And I idea, in that location are iv of us, if we always detect the lady.

[Buttercup appears at the window]

Fezzik: Hi, lady! So I took them with me, in case we e'er bumped into each other. I gauge 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 once more. Do we accept to read the kissing parts?

Man in Black: That was a warning, Highness. Next time my hand flies on its own. Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies.

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

Man in Blackness: Thank you.

[He begins to draw his sword, but Inigo motions him to finish]

Inigo Montoya: We'll await until you are ready.

Man in Black: [sheathes sword] Again, cheers.

Vizzini: I suppose yous call back yous're brave, don't you lot?

Buttercup: Only compared to some.

Fezzik: I just figured why you requite me then much trouble.

Westley: Why is that

[squashed against a stone]

Westley: do you think?

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

Westley: Why should that brand such a

[squashed painfully]

Westley: difference?

Fezzik: Yous use different moves when you're fighting half a dozen people, than when you just have to be worried nearly i

[falls unconscious]

The Ancient Booer: Boo. Boo. Boo.

Buttercup: Why do you practise this?

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

Buttercup: But they would have killed Westley if I hadn't done it.

The Aboriginal Booer: Your truthful love lives. And you ally another. True Love saved her in the Burn down Swamp, and she treated it similar garbage. And that'due south what she is, the Queen of Pass up. So bow down to her if you 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 careful. People in masks cannot be trusted.

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

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

Inigo Montoya: How may do you remember yous could handle?

Fezzik: I don't think more than ten.

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

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

Count Rugen: You've got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance. It's going to get yous into trouble one of these days.

Fezzik: [Inigo puts the miracle pill into Westley's mouth] How long do nosotros have to expect, before nosotros know the miracle works?

Inigo Montoya: You're guess is every bit good as mine.

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

Fezzik: [Promptly covers Westley'south mouth] I guess not very long.

Westley: Only how volition you capture united states of america? We know the Secrets of the Burn Swamp. We can live in that location quite happily for some time, so if you always feel like dying, delight pay us a visit.

Inigo Montoya: That's a phenomenon pill?

Valerie: The chocolate coating makes it become downwards easier. Merely you lot accept to look fifteen minutes for full dominance. And y'all shouldn't get in swimming subsequently, for at least, what?

Westley: [to Buttercup equally they run towards the Fire Swamp] Ha, your pig fiance is too late!

Westley: Never happened.

Buttercup: It did! This sometime man said "Man and Wife"

Westley: Did yous say "I do"

Buttercup: No, we sort of skipped that part.

Westley: Then y'all're not married. If you didn't say information technology, you didn't do it. Wouldn't yous concord, your Highness?

Prince Humperdinck: A technicality that will soon exist remedied.

Buttercup: I thought you were dead once and it about killed me. I could non bear information technology if y'all died again, not when I could salve yous.

[Humperdink sweeps her abroad on his Horse]

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

Westley: We are men of Action, Lies do not go us.

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

Westley: Yous take six fingers on your right hand! Someone was looking for you

[knocked unconscious]

Westley: .

Count Rugen: Kill the giant and the dark ane, leave the tertiary for questioning.

Inigo Montoya: Let'due south go.

Fezzik: Where?

Inigo Montoya: Find the human being in black plainly.

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

Inigo Montoya: Don't bother me with trifles. After xx years, at last my begetter's soul volition exist at peace. There will exist blood this night!

Prince Humperdinck: Someone has browbeaten a Giant. At that place volition be much suffering in Guilder if she dies.

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

Vizzini: Do you know what that sound is, Highness? Those are the shrieking eels! If you don't believe me, only wait. They always grow louder when they're about to feed on human flesh! If you swim back now I promise no damage will come to you... I doubt you lot'll get such an offer from the eels.

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

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

Vizzini: I volition not accept excuses I'm only going to accept to notice myself a new Giant, that'south 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, equally "Dread Pirate Roberts. Prince Humperdink'southward men are slowly bankroll away in horror]

Fezzik: I am the Dread Pirate Roberts. In that location volition be no survivors.

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

Inigo Montoya: [strained] Now?

Westley: Not nevertheless.

Fezzik: [to the soldiers; in a very intimidating voice] My men are here. I am here. Simply soon, *You lot* will not be here.

Inigo Montoya: [very strained] Now?

Westley: Light him.

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

Fezzik: The Dread Pirate Roberts spares no survivor. All your worst nightmares, are about to come up truthful!

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

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

The Grandson: Oh, no. No, delight.

Grandpa: What is information technology? What's the thing?

The Grandson: They're kissing again. Practice we have to hear the kissing part?

Grandpa: Someday, yous might non listen and so much.

Buttercup: [At the terminate of a long tumble down a hill] Oot!

Spoilers

The quote items below may requite away important plot points.

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

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

[knocks Inigo unconscious]

Man in Black: Please understand I hold you lot in the highest respect.

Buttercup: You can dice besides for all I care!

[pushes him down a loftier hill]

Human being in Black: As... You lot... WISH!

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

[throws herself down the hill]

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