The Infant Is Ten And He Stays.

I Know Something You Do Not Know. I Am Not Left-handed Either.

"we’ll Never Survive!” “nonsense. You’re Only Saying That Because No One Ever Has."

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.

Westley: This Is True Love — You Think This Happens Every Day?