"Is this a kissing book?" - grandson to his grandfather who is reading The Princess Bride
"Do you think he's using the same wind we're using?" Inigo to Vizzini when a ship in the distance is gaining on them
"We are men of honor. Lies do not become us." Westley to Count Rugen, who claimed he would return Westley to his ship
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." What Inigo will say when he finds the six-fingered man who murdered his father many years ago
Inigo: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Buttercup: You're the Dread Pirate Roberts, admit it.
Man in Black: With pride. What can I do for you?
Buttercup: You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.
Man in Black: Tsk, tsk. That's hardly complementary Highness.
Buttercup: Because Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love, and you cannot track that, not with a thousand blood hounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.
Miracle Max: Thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you're at it, why don't you give me a nice papercut and pour lemon juice on it?
Prince Humperdink: I don't think I'm quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I'll explain. And I'll use small words so that you'll be sure to understand, you warthog-faced buffoon.
Fezzini: Inconceivable!
Inigo: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Inigo: I do not mean to pry, but you don't by any chance happen to have six fingers on your right hand?
Westley: Do you always begin conversations this way?
Westley: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.
Inigo: I give you my word as a Spaniard.
Westley: No good. I've known too many Spaniards.
Inigo: (looks very serious) I swear upon the grave of my father Domingo Montoya, you will make it to the top.
Westley: Throw me the rope.
Westley: You mean, you put down your rock and I put down my sword and we try to kill each other like civilized people?
Vizzini: I can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.
Westley: You're that smart?
Vizzini: Let me put it this way. Have you ever heard of Plato, Aristotle, Socrates?
Westley: Yes.
Vizzini: Morons.
Vizzini: You fell victim to one of the classic blunders! The first is never get involved in a land war in Asia. The second, only slightly less well known, is this: never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line! Ha ha ha ha ha ha --
[He stops abrubtly and falls over, dead.]
Westley: Hear this now: I will always come for you.
Buttercup: But how can you be sure?
Westley: This is true love - you think this happens every day?