Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
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Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
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Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
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Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
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Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
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Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
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Vizzini: Enough of that.
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Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
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Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
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Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
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Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
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Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH.
A book?
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That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book. It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today I'm gonna read it to you.
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Has it got any sports in it?
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Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...
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Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake.
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Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.
Man in Black: [as he is unsuccessfully fighting Fezzik] Look, are you just fiddling around with me or what?
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Fezzik: I just want you to feel you're doing well.
Vizzini: A word, my lady. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?
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Buttercup: There is nothing nearby... Not for miles.
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Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.
Fezzik: You never said anything about killing anyone.
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Vizzini: I've hired you to help me start a war. It's an prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.
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Fezzik: I just don't think it's right, killing an innocent girl.
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Vizzini: Am I going MAD, or did the word "think" escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.
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Inigo Montoya: I agree with Fezzik.
Vizzini: Oh, the sot has spoken. What happens to her is not truly your concern. I will kill her. And remember this, never forget this: when I found you, you were so slobbering drunk, you couldn't buy Brandy!
[turning to Fezzik]
Vizzini: And YOU: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed, in Greenland?
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Anybody who saw the movie will get it
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Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
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Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no *harm*.
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Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
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Inigo Montoya: You have a great gift for rhyme.
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Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
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Vizzini: Enough of that.
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Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
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Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
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Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
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Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
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Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH.
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That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book. It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today I'm gonna read it to you.
-
Has it got any sports in it?
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Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles...
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Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake.
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Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.
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Fezzik: I just want you to feel you're doing well.
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Buttercup: There is nothing nearby... Not for miles.
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Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.
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Vizzini: I've hired you to help me start a war. It's an prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition.
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Fezzik: I just don't think it's right, killing an innocent girl.
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Vizzini: Am I going MAD, or did the word "think" escape your lips? You were not hired for your brains, you hippopotamic land mass.
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Inigo Montoya: I agree with Fezzik.
Vizzini: Oh, the sot has spoken. What happens to her is not truly your concern. I will kill her. And remember this, never forget this: when I found you, you were so slobbering drunk, you couldn't buy Brandy!
[turning to Fezzik]
Vizzini: And YOU: friendless, brainless, helpless, hopeless! Do you want me to send you back to where you were? Unemployed, in Greenland?
indigo is a color