At 8:23 There Seemed Every Chance Of

Enough About My Beauty," Buttercup Said. "everybody Always Talks About How Beautiful I Am. I've Got A Mind, Westley. Talk About That.

Flailing And Thrashing, Buttercup Wept And Tossed And Paced And Wept Some More, And There Have Been Three Great Cases Of Jealousy Since David Of Galilee Was First Afflicted With The Emotion When He Could No Longer Stand The Fact That His Neighbor Saul's Cactus Outshone His Own. (originally, Jealousy Pertained Solely To Plants, Other People's Cactus Or Ginkgoes, Or, Later, When There Was Grass, Grass, Which Is Why, Even To This Day, We Say That Someone Is Green With Jealousy.) Buttercup's Case Rated A Close Fourth On The All-time List. It Was A Very Long And Very Green Night.

Do I Love You? My God, If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches.

My Name Is Inigo Montoya, You Killed My Father, Prepare To Die!

People Don't Remember Me. Really. It's Not A Paranoid Thing; I Just Have This Habit Of Slipping Through Memories. It Doesn't Bother Me All That Much, Except I Guess That's A Lie; It Does. For Some Reason, I Test Very High On Forgettability.