…where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomato is ripe…
Mm, they’re so perky, I love that.
Liar!! LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-YeeeARRR!!!
Have fun stormin’ the castle!
I"m not a witch, I’m your wife!
I actually find reason to use that at home…
Humperdink! Humperdink! Humperdink! Humperdink!
He’s only mostly dead!
You are the Brute Squad!
Anybody want a peanut?
No! To THE PAIN!!
Stop it, I mean it!
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.
You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles.
“That was a warning, Highness. The next time my hand flies on its own, for where I come from, there are penalties when a woman lies!”
*(Ah, there ain’t no wife-beatin’ 'round here like you see down on the farm…)
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You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Give us the gate key.
I have no gate key.
Fezzik, tear his arms off.
Oh, you mean this gate key.
Mawwiage…
…is what bwings us togewer toway.
Have you the wing?