Good Night, Westley. Good Work. Sleep Well.

And What Have I Done?" What? What?...you've Stolen Them." With That, Cornelia Fled, But Buttercup Understood; She Knew Who "them" Was. The Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattledskulled Clodpated Dim-domed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys.

I Love You,” Buttercup Said. “i Know This Must Come As Something Of A Surprise, Since All I’ve Ever Done Is Scorn You And Degrade You And Taunt You, But I Have Loved You For Several Hours Now, And Every Second, More.

Nobody Knows Anything...... Not One Person In The Entire Motion Picture Field Knows For A Certainty What's Going To Work. Every Time Out It's A Guess And, If You're Lucky, An Educated One.

There Have Been Five Great Kisses Since 1642 B.c...(before Then Couples Hooked Thumbs.) And The Precise Rating Of Kisses Is A Terribly Difficult Thing, Often Leading To Great Controversy.... Well, This One Left Them All Behind.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.