Westley: “Hear this now: I will always come for you.”
Buttercup: “But how can you be sure?”
Westley: “This is true love – you think this happens every day?”
Buttercup: “We’ll never survive.”
Westley: “Nonsense. You’re only saying that because no one ever has.”
Vizzini: “HE DIDN’T FALL? INCONCEIVABLE!”
Inigo Montoya: “You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
Inigo Montoya: “I swear on the soul of my father, Domingo Montoya, you will reach the top alive.”
Inigo Montoya: “You seem a decent fellow… I hate to kill you.”
Westley: “You seem a decent fellow… I hate to die.”
Vizzini: “Pick up one of those rocks, get behind a boulder, in a few minutes the man in black will come running around the bend, the minute his head is in view, hit it with the rock!”
Fezzik: “We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.”
Westley: “You mean, you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword, and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?”
Fezzik: “I could kill you now.”
Westley: “Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.”
Fezzik: “It’s not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise.”
Westley: “All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right… and who is dead.”
Vizzini: “But it’s so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you: are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet or his enemy’s? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I am not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.”
Miracle Max: “Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just so happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there’s usually only one thing you can do… Go through his clothes and look for loose change.”
Miracle Max: “You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.”
The Impressive Clergyman: “Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam…”
Inigo Montoya: “Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”
Count Rugen: “Stop saying that!”