"we’ll Never Survive!” “nonsense. You’re Only Saying

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.

He's Right On Top Of Us. I Wonder If He Is Using The Same Wind We Are Using.

"i Could Give You My Word As A Spaniard," Inigo Said. "no Good," The Man In Black Replied. "i've Known Too Many Spaniards."

But Just As He Knew The Sun Was Obliged To Rise Each Morning In The East, No Matter How Much A Western Arisal Might Have Pleased It, So He Knew That Buttercup Was Obliged To Spend Her Love On Him. Gold Was Inviting, And So Was Royalty, But They Could Not Match The Fever In His Heart, And Sooner Or Later She Would Have To Catch It. She Had Less Choice Than The Sun.

The First Morning After Westley's Departure, Buttercup Thought She Was Entitled To Do Nothing More Than Sit Around Moping And Feeling Sorry For Herself. After All, The Love Of Her Life Had Fled, Life Had No Meaning, How Could You Face The Future, Et Cetera, Et Cetera.