Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.

Being A Screenwriter Is Not Enough For A Full Creative Life.

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.

Liar! Liar!" Shrieked Suddenly From The Now Open Trap Door. Miracle Max Whirled. "back, Witch--" He Commanded. "i'm Not A Witch, I'm Your Wife--" She Was Advancing On Him Now, An Ancient Tiny Fury--"and After What You've Just Done I Don't Think I Want To Be That Any More--

Since The Invention Of The Kiss, There Have Only Been Five Kisses That Were Rated The Most Passionate, The Most Pure. This One Left Them All Behind.

I'm Not Witch. I'm Your Wife.