I'm Not Witch. I'm Your Wife.

The First Morning After Westley's Departure, Buttercup Thought She Was Entitled To Do Nothing More Than Sit Around Moping And Feeling Sorry For Herself. After All, The Love Of Her Life Had Fled, Life Had No Meaning, How Could You Face The Future, Et Cetera, Et Cetera.

Is This A Kissing Book?

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.

Let's Look On The Bright Side: We're Having An Adventure, Fezzik, And Most People Live And Die Without Being As Lucky As We Are.

Fool!" Cried The Hunchback. "you Fell Victim To One Of The Classic Blunders. The Most Famous Is 'never Get Involved In A Land War In Asia,' But Only Slightly Less Well Known Is This: 'never Go In Against A Sicilian When Death Is On The Line.