Fezzik: Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that?
Westley: Oh no. It’s just they’re terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.
Count Rugen: Have you been chasing me your whole life only to fail now? I think that’s the worst thing I ever heard…how marvelous.
Minister: Mawwiage. Mawwiage is what bwings us togetha today.
Count Rugen: Good heavens, are you still trying to win? You’ve got an overdeveloped sense of vengeance, that’s going to get you in trouble someday.
Miracle Max: Whew-hoo, look who knows so much. This man is only MOSTLY dead, see there’s a difference between mostly dead, and all dead.
Inigo: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Westley: As you wish.
Valerie: Think it’ll work?
Miracle Max: It would take a miracle.
Vizzini: He didn’t fall? Inconceivable!
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Buttercup: We’ll never survive.
Westley: Nonsense, you only say that because nobody ever has.
Grandson: Is this a kissing book?
Inigo Montoya: My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Westley: Life is pain, Highness! Anyone who says otherwise is selling something.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Westley: We are men of action; lies do not become us.
Inigo Montoya: Who are you?
Westley: No one of consequence.
Inigo Montoya: I must know.
Westley: Get used to disappointment.
Wesley: Ha! Your pig fiance is too late!
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.
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?
Westley: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.
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?
Buttercup: We’ll never succeed. We may as well die here.
Westley: No, no. We have already succeeded! I mean, what are the three terrors of the Fire Swamp? One, the flame spurt – no problem! There’s a popping sound preceding each; we can avoid that. Two, the lightning sand, which you were clever enough to discover what that looks like, so in the future we can avoid that too.
Buttercup: Westley, what about the R.O.U.S.’s?
Westley: Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist.
Miracle Max: Have fun stormin’ da castle!
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.
Vizzini: Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night… in… eel-infested waters…