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

I Must Be Overtired', Buttercup Managed. 'the Excitement And All.' 'rest Then', Her Mother Cautioned. 'terrible Things Can Happen When You're Overtired. I Was Overtired The Night Your Father Proposed.

Let Me Get This Thing Straight, Inigo--we Had Scraps For Dinner? I'm In Your Fantasy And The Best You Can Come Up With Is Scraps?" She Turned Toward The Door Then. "you Have No Chance Of Winning My Heart.

I Love You,” Buttercup Said. “i Know This Must Come As Something Of A Surprise, Since All I’ve Ever Done Is Scorn You And Degrade You And Taunt You, But I Have Loved You For Several Hours Now, And Every Second, More.

When I Left You, You Were Already More Beautiful Than Anything I Dared To Dream. In Our Years Apart, My Imaginings Did Their Best To Improve On Your Perfection. At Night, Your Face Was Forever Behind My Eyes. And Now I See That That Vision Who Kept Me Company In My Loneliness Was A Hag Compared To The Beauty Now Before Me.

My Name Is Inigo Montoya, You Killed My Father, Prepare To Die!