Fezzik and Inigo take Westley to Miracle Max.
Inigo: Are you the Miracle Max who worked for the king all those years?
Max: The king’s stinking son fired me. And thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We’re closed! Beat it or I’ll call the brute squad!
Fezzik: I’m on the brute squad.
Max: You are the brute squad.
Inigo: We need a miracle. It’s very important.
Max: Look, I’m retired. And besides, why would you want someone the king’s stinking son fired? I might kill whoever you wanted me to miracle.
Inigo: He’s already dead.
Max: He is, huh? I’ll take a look. Bring him in.
Max: I’ve seen worse.
He tells Fezzik and Inigo that their friend is only mostly dead, not all dead. He and his wife Valerie make a miracle pill.
Valerie: The chocolate coating makes it go down easier, but you have to wait fifteen minutes for full potency, and he shouldn’t go in swimming for at least an hour.
Valerie: Bye bye, boys!
Max: Have fun storming the castle!
Valerie: Think it’ll work?
Max: It would take a miracle.