Inigo: I admit it, you are better than I am. Man in Black: Thank you I’ve worked hard to become so. Inigo: Unless the enemy has studied his Agrippa… which I have. Man in Black: Naturally… but I find that Thibault cancels out Capa Ferro. Inigo: Naturally, you must suspect me to attack with Capa Ferro? Man in Black: I thought it fitting considering the rocky terrain. Inigo: You are using Bonetti’s Defense against me, eh? Man in Black: Do you always begin conversations this way? Inigo: I do not mean to pry, but you don’t by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand …? Inigo: I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya, you will reach the top alive. Man in Black: That’s VERY comforting, but I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait. Inigo: But, I promise I will not kill you until you reach the top. Man in Black: That does put a damper on our relationship. I have some rope up here, but I do not think you would accept my help, since I am only waiting around to kill you. The Man in Black ( sounding understandably exasperated): If you’re in such a hurry, you could lower a rope or a tree branch or find something useful to do. Inigo: I do no’ suppose you could espeed things up? Man in Black: Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me. Inigo ( calling down to the climber): Hello there. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Vizzini: He didn’t fall!? Inconceivable!! Vizzini and the others edge closer and look over, and see the Man in Black clinging to the rock face.) ( The rope is cut, and slithers over the side of the cliff. I wonder if he is using the same wind we are using. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing. The Grandson ( relaxing the death grip he has on his blanket): I wasn’t nervous. I’m explaining this to you because you look nervous. Grandpa: She doesn’t get eaten by the eels at this time. Vizzini: What? ( He joins Inigo at the stern and – sure enough) Probably some local fisherman, out for a pleasure cruise, at night… through … eel-infested waters…įezzik: I only doggy-paddle. It’s only… I just happened to look behind us and something is there. And opens them again)… Out of curiosity, why do you ask? ( All confidence, he leans back his head and closes his eyes. No one in Guilder knows what we’ve done, and no one in Florin could have gotten here so fast. Vizzini: As I told you, it would be absolutely, totally, and in all other ways inconceivable. And remember this, never forget this: when I found you, you were so slobbering drunk, you couldn’t buy brandy! ( turns on Fezzik) And you: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed? In Greenland?įezzik: Fuss, fuss… I think he like to scream at *us*. What happens to her is not truly your concern. Vizzini: Am I going MAD, or did the word “think” escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass. It’s a prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.įezzik: I just don’t think it’s right, killing an innocent girl. Vizzini: I’ve hired you to help me start a war. Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.įezzik: You never said anything about killing anyone. Is there a village nearby?īuttercup: There is nothing nearby, not for miles.
Westley: This is true love – you think this happens every day? Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you. Grandpa: Keep your shirt on, and let me read. The Grandson: Well, when does it get good? What is this? Are you trying to trick me? Where’s the sports? ( suspiciously) Is this a kissing book? The Grandson ( interrupts): Hold it, hold it. (It’s right over her head, so he has to stand very close) Grandpa: That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying “As you wish”, what he meant was, “I love you.” And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.īuttercup: Farm boy… ( she looks about for something to order him to do, and looks up) Fetch me that pitcher. Grandpa: “As you wish” was all he ever said to her.īuttercup: Farm boy, fill these with water – please. I want to see my face shining in it by morning. Grandpa reads: Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around.īuttercup: Farm boy, polish my horse’s saddle. Grandpa: Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Grandpa: Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles… The Grandson: Has it got any sports in it? It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. When I was your age, television was called books.
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