Snorri1234 wrote: Inigo Montoya: I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
Westley: Do you always begin conversations this way?
Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.
Westley: You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die.
Okay,
Prince Humperdink: Tyrone you know how much I love watching you work, but I've got my country's five hundreth anniversary to plan, my bride to murder, and Gilder to frame for it; I'm swamped.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, where did we leave that wheelbarrow the albino was using?
Fezzik : Over the albino, I think.
Westley (to unconscious Fezzik): I do not envy you the headache you will have in the morning, but for now rest well and dream of large women.
Chance of pace though,
Inchworm: 'ello
Sarah: Excuse me, did you just say hello?
inchworm: No, I said 'ello. Would you like to come inside and 'ave a cup a tea; meet the missus?
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