“No more rhymes now I mean it!”“Anybody want a peanut?” “AAHH!”

“The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clod-pated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys. How could anybody accuse her of stealing them? Why would anybody want them anyway?”

“Liar! Liar!" shrieked suddenly from the now open trap door.Miracle Max whirled. "Back, Witch--" he commanded."I'm not a witch, I'm your wife--" she was advancing on him now, an ancient tiny fury--"and after what you've just done I don't think I want to be that any more--”

“He was the mighty Fezzik, lover of rhymes, and you did not give up, no matter what.”

“When was the last time you read a book? The truth now. And picture books don't count-I mean something with print in it.”

“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.”

“Inconceivable!""You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”