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 enemy. She looked down at her hands. Oh, I hope he still thinks I’m pretty, she thought; those nightmares took a lot out of me.
William Goldman[Prince Humperdinck] was seventy-five minutes away from his first female murder, and he wondered if he could get his fingers to her throat before even the start of a scream. He had been practicing on giant sausages all the afternoon and had the movements down pretty pat, but then, giant sausages weren’t necks and all the wishing in the world wouldn’t make them so.
William GoldmanTag: murder
I've been in the revenge buisness for so long, now that it's over I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.
William GoldmanTag: revenge princess-bride inigo-montoya
You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance," Domingo said.
William GoldmanTag: art
I am as devoted to adventure now as then, and that’s never going to stop.
William GoldmanTag: adventure
Wow, brains as well as boobs.
William GoldmanDeath cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
William GoldmanMiracle Max: Have fun stormin' da castle.
Valerie: Think it'll work?
Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.
Tag: miracle
Wesley: To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose. The next thing you will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdink: And then my ears, I understand let's get on with it.
Wesley: WRONG. Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing," will echo in your perfect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
He nodded, took a step away. “I’ll send for you soon. Believe me."
“Would my Westley ever lie?”
He took another step. “I’m late. I must go. I hate it but I must. The ship sails soon and London is far.”
“I understand.”
He reached out with his right hand.
Buttercup found it very hard to breathe.
“Good-by.”
She managed to raise her right hand to his.
They shook.
“Good-by,” he said again.
She made a little nod.
He took a third step, not turning.
She watched him.
He turned.
And the words ripped out of her: "Without one kiss?”
They fell into each other’s arms.
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