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slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.
WESTLEY: Hardly complimentary, Your Highness. Why loose your venom on me?
BUTTERCUP: You killed my love.
WESTLEY: It's possible. I kill a lot of people. Who was this love of yours?
 Another prince like this one ugly, rich, and scabby?
BUTTERCUP: A farm boy, poor. Poor and
 perfect with eyes like the sea after a storm.
On the high seas, your ship attacked. And the Dread Pirate Roberts never takes prisoners.
WESTLEY: I can't afford to make exceptions. Once word leaks out that a pirate has gone soft people begin to disobey you and then it's nothing but work, work, work all the time.
BUTTERCUP: You mock my pain.
WESTLEY: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. I remember this farm boy of yours, I think. This would be, what, five years ago? Does it bother you to hear?
BUTTERCUP: Nothing you can say will upset me.
WESTLEY: He died well. That should please you. No bribe attempts or blubbering. He simply said, "Please, I need to live." It was the please that caught my memory. I asked him what was so important. "True love," he replied. Then
 he spoke of a girl of surpassing beauty and faithfulness.
I can only assume he meant you. You should bless me for destroying him before he found out what you really are.
BUTTERCUP: And what am I?
WESTLEY: Faithfulness he talked of, madam, your enduring faithfulness. Tell me truly. When you found out he was gone did you get engaged to your prince that same hour or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?
BUTTERCUP: You mocked me once. Never do it again! I died that day! You can die, too, for all I care!
WESTLEY: As... you... wish! My sweet Westley.
BUTTERCUP: What have I done?
WESTLEY: Can you move at all?
BUTTERCUP: Move? You're alive. If you want, I can fly.
WESTLEY: I told you I would always come for you. Why didn't you wait for me?
BUTTERCUP: Well, you were dead. WESTLEY: Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while. BUTTERCUP: I will never doubt again. WESTLEY: There will never be a need. |
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