Sorry, Father.
I tried.
You must be that little Spanish brat
I taught a lesson to all those years ago.
Hmm. Simply incredible.
Have you been chasing me your whole life?
Only to fail now?
Why I think that's the worst thing I've ever heard.
How marvelous.
There's a shortage of perfect breasts in the world.
It'd be a pity to damage yours.
Oh, Westley, darling!
Good heavens.
Are you still trying to win?
You have an overdeveloped sense of vengeance.
It's going to get you in trouble someday.
Hello.
My name is Inigo Montoya.
You killed my father.
Prepare to die.
Hello.
My name is Inigo Montoya.
You killed my father.
Prepare to die.
Hello!
My name is Inigo Montoya!
You killed my father.
Prepare to die!
Stop saying that!
Hello!
My name is Inigo Montoya!
You killed my father. Prepare to die.
No!
Offer me money.
- Yes. - And power, too.
All that I have and more, please.
Offer me everything I ask for.
Anything you want.
I want my father back, you son of a bitch.
Will you ever forgive me?
What hideous sin have you committed lately?
I got married.
I didn't want to. It all happened so fast.
It never happened.
- This old man said "man and wife." - Did you say "I do"?
I guess we sort of skipped that part.
Then you're not married.
If you didn't say it, you didn't do it.
Wouldn't you agree, Your Highness?
A technicality that will shortly be remedied.
But first things first...
... to the death!
No! To the pain.
I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
I'll explain.
And I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand,
you warthog-faced buffoon.
That may be the first time in my life
a man has dared insult me.
"To the pain" means the first thing you'll lose
will be your feet below the ankles.
Then your hands at the wrists,
next, your nose.
And then my tongue, I suppose.
I wasn't finished. The next thing you'll lose
will be your left eye followed by your right.
And then, my ears. I understand.
- Let's get on with it! - Wrong.
Your ears you keep and I'll tell you why.
So that every child that sees your hideousness
will be yours to cherish.
Every babe that weeps at your approach,
every woman who cries out, "Dear God! What is that thing?"
will echo in your perfect ears.
That is what...
That is what "to the pain" means.
It means I leave you in anguish.
Wallowing in freakish misery forever.
I think you're bluffing.
It's possible, pig.
I might be bluffing, it's conceivable,
you miserable, vomitous mass.
That I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand.
Then again...
perhaps, I have the strength after all.
Drop... your... sword.
Have a seat.
Tie him up. Make it as tight as you like.
Where's Fezzik?
- I thought he was with you. - No.
Oh, well, in that case...
- Help him. - Why does Westley need helping?
Because he has no strength.
I knew it! I knew he was bluffing. I knew he was...
Shall I dispatch him for you?
Thank you, but no.
Whatever happens to us,
I want him to live a long life alone with his cowardice.
Inigo, where are you?
Ah! There you are.
I saw the prince's stables,
and there they were.
Four white horses.
And I thought, "There are four of us
if we ever find the lady."
Hello, lady!
It's very strange.
I've been in the revenge business so long.
Now that it's over, I...
I don't know what to do with the rest of my life.
Have you ever considered piracy?
You'd make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts.
"They rode to freedom.
And as dawn arose,
Westley and Buttercup knew they were safe.
A wave of love swept over them,
and as they reached for each other... "
What? What?
Oh, no, it's...
No, it's kissing again. You don't want to hear it.
It's okay, I don't mind.
Okay.
"Since the invention of the kiss,
there have been five kisses that were rated
the most passionate, the most pure.
This one left them all behind."
Now, I think you oughta go to sleep.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
All right. So long.
Grandpa?
Can you come over tomorrow and read it again?
As you wish.
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