La vie imite l'art, l'art imite la vie; parfois je suis incapable de les distinguer.

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.
Buttercup: i will never doubt again.
Westley: There will never be a need.

Is this a kissing book?

Inconceivable!"
"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.

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.

Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.