There Is No Room In My Body

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?

He's Right On Top Of Us. I Wonder If He Is Using The Same Wind We Are Using.

There’s Death Coming Up, And You Better Understand This:some Of The Wrong People Die.be Ready For It.

Westley And I Are Joined By The Bond Of Love And You Cannot Track That, Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds, And You Cannot Break It, Not With A Thousand Swords.

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