Hello, my name is Inigo
Montoya.
You killed my father.
Prepare to die.
You killed my father.
Prepare to die.
"Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high."
-The Princess
Bride
"please consider me as an alternative to suicide."
"What hideous sin have you committed
lately?"
The Princess
Bride
Prince Humperdinck: To the
death!
Wesley: No, to the pain!
Wesley: No, to the pain!
Prince Humperdinck: I don't
think I'm quite familiar with that
saying.
Wesley: I'll explain, and
I'll be sure to use small words so you can understand,
you warthog face bafoon.
Prince Humperdinck: I think that is the first time that a man has dared insult me.
Prince Humperdinck: I think that is the first time that a man has dared insult me.
Welsey: It won't be the
last. To the pain means the first thing you lose with be your
feet at the ankles, then your hands at your wrists. Next your
nose.
Prince Humperdinck: Then my
tongue. I suppose I killed you too quickly last time. A
mistake I don't mean to duplicate now.
Wesley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you lose will be you left eye, followed by your right eye.
Wesley: I wasn't finished. The next thing you lose will be you left eye, followed by your right eye.
Prince Humperdinck: And then my
ears, I know. Let's get on with it.
Wesley: No, your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shreik of every child at seeing you hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman that cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in you perect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means i leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Wesley: No, your ears you keep and I'll tell you why. So that every shreik of every child at seeing you hideousness will be yours to cherish. Every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman that cries out, "Dear God, what is that thing?" will echo in you perect ears. That is what to the pain means. It means i leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Prince Humperdinck: I think you're
bluffing.
Wesley: It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass. I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength after all.
Drop your sword.
Wesley: It's possible, pig. I might be bluffing. It's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass. I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. Then again, perhaps I have the strength after all.
Drop your sword.
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No Hate!
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