I Love You. Okay? Want

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.

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.

Never Argue With Your Wife About Hostility When She's A Certified Freudian.

See?" Fezzik Pointed Then. Far Down, At The Very Bottom Of The Mountain Path, The Man In Black Could Be Seen Running. "inigo Is Beaten." Inconceivable!" Exploded The Sicilian. Fezzik Never Dared Disagree With The Hunchback. "i'm So Stupid," Fezzik Nodded. "inigo Has Not Lost To The Man In Black, He Has Defeated Him. And To Prove It He Has Put On All The Man In Black's Clothes And Masks And Hoods And Boots And Gained Eighty Pounds.

Flaws Would Not Only Bring Death But, Far Worse, Humiliation.