Inigo: Where’s Fezzik?
Westley: I thought he was with you.
Fezzik: Inigo! Inigo! Where are you?
Fezzik: Oh, there you are. Inigo, I saw the prince’s stable, and there they were– four horses. And I thought, there are four of us, if we ever find the lady. Hello, lady! So I took them with me in case we ever bumped into each other. I guess we just did.
Inigo: Fezzik, you did something right.
Fezzik: Don’t worry. I won’t let it go to my head.
Butterquack jumps out the window into Fezzik’s wings.
Inigo: You know, it’s very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life.
Westley: Have you ever considered piracy? You’d make a wonderful Dread Pirate Roberts.
They rode to freedom. And as dawn arose, Westley and Butterquack knew they were safe.
Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.
Grandpa: The end. Now I think you ought to go to sleep.
Junior Duck: Okay. Grandpa? Maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow.
Grandpa: As you wish.