Mawwage. Mawwage Is What Bwings Us Together

Since The Invention Of The Kiss, There Have Only Been Five Kisses That Were Rated The Most Passionate, The Most Pure. This One Left Them All Behind.

The Prince Found Buttercup Waiting Unhappily Outside His Chamber Doors. It's My Letter,' She Began. 'i Cannot Make It Right.' Come In, Come In,' The Prince Said Gently. 'maybe We Can Help You.' She Sat Down In The Same Chair As Before. 'all Right, I'll Close My Eyes And Listen; Read To Me.' Westley, My Passion, My Sweet, My Only My Own. Come Back, Come Back. I Shall Kill Myself Otherwise. Yours In Torment, Buttercup.' She Looked At Humperdinck. 'well? Do You Think I'm Throwing Myself At Him?

I Understand Everything,” He Said. “you Understand Nothing, But It Really Doesn’t Matter, Since What You Mean Is, You’re Glad To See Me, Just As I’m Glad To See You Because No More Loneliness.” “that’s What I Mean,” Said Fezzik.

The Boys. The Village Boys. The Beef-witted Featherbrained Rattleskulled Clodpated Dimdomed Noodle-noggined Sapheaded Lunk-knobbed Boys. How Could Anybody Accuse Her Of Stealing Them? Why Would Anybody Want Them Anyway?

The Enemy Is Always In The Mind.