Never Get Involved In A Land War

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

Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.

I Just Know Once You're Over Your Emotional Outbursts, You'll Come Up With-' I Mean If We Even Had A Wheelbarrow, That Would Be Something,' Westley Said.

Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, Adored Westly, Sweet Perfect Westly, Whisper That I Have A Chance To Win Your Love." And With That, She Dared The Bravest Thing She'd Ever Done: She Looked Right Into His Eyes. He Closed The Door In Her Face.

Do I Love You? My God, If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches! If Your Love Were-" "i Don't Understand That First One Yet," Buttercup Interrupted. She Was Starting To Get Very Excited Now. "let Me Get This Straight. Are You Saying My Love Is A Grain Of Sand And Yours Is This Other Thing? Images Confuse Me So - Is This Universal Business Of Yours Bigger Than My Sand? Help Me, Westley. I Have The Feeling We're On The Verge Of Something Just Terribly Important.