Duhhhhhhh, Tanks, Buttercup.

Cynics Are Simply Thwarted Romantics.

And What Have I Done?" What? What?...you've Stolen Them." With That, Cornelia Fled, But Buttercup Understood; She Knew Who "them" Was. The Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattledskulled Clodpated Dim-domed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys.

This Is My Favorite Book In All The World, Though I Have Never Read It.

You Don't Want To Be Rude But You Have To Be Careful - There Are A Lot Of Strange People Out There. (goldman Attributes This Quote To Cliff Robertson.)

Flailing And Thrashing, Buttercup Wept And Tossed And Paced And Wept Some More, And There Have Been Three Great Cases Of Jealousy Since David Of Galilee Was First Afflicted With The Emotion When He Could No Longer Stand The Fact That His Neighbor Saul's Cactus Outshone His Own. (originally, Jealousy Pertained Solely To Plants, Other People's Cactus Or Ginkgoes, Or, Later, When There Was Grass, Grass, Which Is Why, Even To This Day, We Say That Someone Is Green With Jealousy.) Buttercup's Case Rated A Close Fourth On The All-time List. It Was A Very Long And Very Green Night.