the Dalaverse

"The Princess Bride"





Grandson: A book?
Grandpa: That's right. When I was your age, televison was called books. And this is a special book. 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 it to you.
Grandson: Has it got any sports in it?
Grandpa: Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...

Buttercup: Farmboy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it.
Westley: As you wish.
Grandpa: 'As you wish' was all he ever said to her.
Buttercup: Farmboy, fill these with water. Please.
Westley: As you wish.
Grandpa: That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying '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: Farmboy...fetch me that pitcher?
Westley: As you wish.

Grandson: Is this a kissing book?

Westley: This is true love. You think this happens every day?

King: What was that for?
Buttercup: Because you've always been so kind to me, and I won't be seeing you again since I'm killing myself once we reach the honeymoon suite.
King: Won't that be nice. She kissed me!

Westley: We are men of action. Lies do not become us.
Rugen: Well spoken, sir.

Inigo: That Vizzini, he can fuss.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss, I think he like to scream at us.
Inigo: Probably he means no harrrrm.
Fezzik: He's really very short on...charm!
Inigo: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes -- some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we'll all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it!
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: GAHHHH!

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

Vizzini: He didn't fall?! Inconceivable!
Inigo: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

Inigo: I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
Westley: Do you always been conversations this way?
Inigo: My father was slaughtered by a six-fingered man.

Inigio: You see a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
Westley: You see a decent fellow. I hate to die.

Inigo: You are wonderful.
Westley: Thank you, I've worked hard to become so.
Inigo: I admit it, you are better than I am.
Westley: Then why are you smiling?
Inigo: Because I know something you don't know.
Westley: And what is that?
Inigo: I am not left-handed.

Westley: You are amazing.
Inigo: I ought to be after twenty years.
Westley: There's something -- I ought to tell you.
Inigo: Tell me.
Westley: I'm not left-handed either.

Westley: 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?

Westley: You guessed wrong.
Vizzini: You only think I guessed wrong -- that's what's so funny! I switched glasses when your back was turned! Ha ha, you fool, you fell victim to one of the classic blunders -- the most famous of which is 'never get involved in a land war in Asia,' but only slightly less well known is this: ' never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Ahahahaha, ahahaha, ahaha....*slump*

Buttercup: You mock my pain!
Westley: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.

Buttercup: You mocked me once, never do it again! I died that day. You can die too for all I care.
Westley: AS...YOU...WISH...
Buttercup: Oh my sweet Westley -- what have I done?

Buttercup: Westley...what about the R.O.U.S.s?
Westley: Rodents of Unusual Size? I don't think they exist.

Humperdinck: Surrender!
Westley: You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.

Humperdinck: Tyrone...you know how much I love watching you work. But I've got my country's 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife to murder, and Guilder to frame for it. I'm swamped.
Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, you...haven't got anything.

Rugen: What did this do to you? Tell me -- and remember, this is for posterirty, so, be honest. How do you feel?
Westley: Uhhh hhh-hhh-hhhhh.
Rugen: Interesting.

Miracle Max: Get back, witch!
Valerie: I'm not a witch, I'm your wife.

Miracle Max: Bye bye, boys! Have fun storming the castle!
Valerie: Think it'll work?
Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.
Max and Valerie: Bye!

Inigo: Let me 'splain...no, there is too much, let me sum up.

The Impressive Clergyman: Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder, today. Mawage, that bwessed awangement, that dweam wivin a dweam...And wuv, twuuuu wuv, will fowwow you, foweva...So tweasure your wuv...

Westley: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. 'Twould be a pity to damage yours.

Humperdinck: First things first: to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Humperdinck: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: Then I'll explain, and I'll use smalle words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon.

Humperdinck: I think you're bluffing.
Westley: It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But then again...perhaps I have the strength after all. Drop. Your. Sword.

Westley: Have you ever considered piracy?

Rugen: You must be that little Spanish brat I taught a lesson to all those years ago. Have you been chasing me your whole life only to fail now? I think that's the worst thing I've ever heard. How marvelous.

Inigo: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die!
Rugen: Stop saying that!
Inigo: HELLO, MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA, YOU KILLED MY FATHER, PREPARE TO DIE! Offer me money.
Rugen: Yes.
Iinigo: Power too, promise me that.
Rugen: All that I have and more, please...
Inigo: Offe me everything I ask for.
Count Rugen: Anything you want.
Inigo: I want my father back, you son of a bitch.

Grandson: Grandpa? Maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.
Grandpa: As you wish.