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Princess Bride, The (1987)

Westley: Give us the gate key. Yellin: I have no gate key. Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, tear his arms off. Yellin: Oh, you mean *this* gate key.

Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.

[As Buttercup prepares to commit suicide with a dagger] Westley: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

[Last lines] The Grandson: Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow? Grandpa: As you wish.

Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Buttercup: But how can you be sure? Westley: This is true love -- you think this happens every day?

Westley: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me? Buttercup: Well... you were dead. Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.

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

[Buttercup kisses the senile King.] The King: What was that for? Buttercup: Because you have 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. The King: Won't that be nice. She kissed me!

Westley: We are men of action, lies do not become us.

Inigo Montoya: You are sure nobody's follow' us? Vizzini: As 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 one in Florin could have gotten here so fast. --Out of curiosity, why do you ask? Inigo Montoya: No reason. It's only... I just happened to look behind us and something is there. Vizzini: What?! Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night... in... eel-infested waters...

[In the boat in the morning] Inigo Montoya: He's right on top of us. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using.

[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 think it means what you think it means.

Inigo Montoya: I donna suppose you could espeed things up?? Westley: If you'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 do not think you would accept my help, since I am only only waiting around to kill you. Westley: That does put a damper on our relationship.

Inigo Montoya: 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 begin conversations this way?

Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you. Westley: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.

Inigo Montoya: Who are you? Westley: No one of consequence. Inigo Montoya: I must know... Westley: Get used to disappointment. Inigo Montoya: 'kay.

Fezzik: We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone. Man in Black: 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? Fezzik: [brandishing rock] I could kill you now. Man in Black: I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting. Fezzik: It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.

Vizzini: I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains. Westley: You're that smart? Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates? Westley: Yes. Vizzini: Morons.

Vizzini: Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me!

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

Buttercup: We'll never survive! Westley: Nonsense! You're only saying that because no one ever has.

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

Buttercup: You can't hurt me. Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love. And you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

[Rugen has invited Humperdinck to watch Westley being tortured] Prince 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! Count Rugen: Get some rest. If you haven't got your health, you haven't got anything.

Count Rugen: As you know, the concept of the suction pump is centuries old. And really, that's all this is, except that instead of sucking water, I'm sucking life. I've just sucked one year of your life away. I might one day go as high as five, but I really don't know what that would do to you, so let's just start with what we have. What did this do to you? Tell me. And remember, this is for posterity, so... be honest. How do you feel?

[hearing the scream of Westley as he is being tortured] Inigo Montoya: Do you hear that Fezzik? That is the sound of ultimate suffering. My heart made that sound when the six-fingered man killed my father. The Man in Black makes it now.

Inigo Montoya: Are you the Miracle Max who worked for the king all those years? Miracle Max: The King's stinking son fired me, and thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We're closed!

Miracle Max: Get back, witch! Valerie: 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!

Miracle Max: Have fun stormin' da castle! Valerie: Think it'll work? Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.

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 you list that among our assets in the first place?

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