Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can fuss.
Fezzik: ...fuss...fuss... I think he likes to scream at us.
Inigo Montoya: Probably he means no harm.
Fezzik: He's really very short on charm.
Inigo Montoya: Oh, you've a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we'll all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: AARRGGHH!
Inigo Montoya: Who are you?
Westley: No one of consequence.
Inigo Montoya: I must know.
Westley: Get used to disappointment.
Inigo Montoya: Okay.
Vizzini: Inconceivable!
Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Inigo Montoya: You seem a decent fellow... I hate to kill you.
Westley: You seem a decent fellow... I hate to die.
Vizzini: Inconceivable! Give her to me. Catch up with us quickly!
Fezzik: What do I do?
Vizzini: Finish him, finish him - your way.
Fezzik: Oh, good. My way. Thank you Vizzini. Which way's my way?
Vizzini: Pick up one of those rocks, get behind the boulder. In a few minutes, the man in black will come running around the bend. The minute his head is in view, HIT IT WITH THE ROCK!
Fezzik: My way is not very sportsmanlike.
Westley: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world, it would be a pity to damage yours.
Prince Humperdinck: Surrender.
Westley: You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept.
Grandson: Grandpa? Maybe you could come over and read it to me again tomorrow?
Grandfather: As you wish.
Vizzini: You fell victim to one of the classic blunders, the most famous of which is, "Never get involved in a land war in Asia." But only slightly less well known is this, "Never go in against a Sicilian, when death is on the line." [Laughs and dies.].
Buttercup: I know who you are. Your cruelty reveals everything. You're the Dread Pirate Roberts. Admit it.
Westley: With pride. What can I do for you?
Buttercup: You can die slowly. Cut into a thousand pieces.
Westley: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hardly complimentary, your highness. Why loose your venom on me?
Buttercup: You killed my love.
Westley: It's possible. I've killed a lot of people.
Miracle Max: Get back, witch.
Valerie: I'm not a witch, I'm your wife. But after what you just said, I'm not even sure I want to be that anymore.
Miracle Max: You never had it so good.
Inigo Montoya: Are you the Miracle Max who worked for the King all those years?
Miracle Max: The king's stinking son fired me. Thank you 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?
Westley: You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Westley: Give us the gate key.
Yellin: I have no gate key.
Inigo Montoya: Fezzik, tear his arms off.
Yellin: Oh, you mean this gate key.
Fezzik: It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.
Inigo Montoya: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Westley: I do not envy the headache that you will have when you awake, but till then, sleep well and dream of large women.
Answer: When Inigo was a child, Count Rugen came to Inigos father and requested a sword be made for him. When the sword was finished, Count Rugen refused to pay the price he originally offered for the sword. Inigos father refused to hand the sword over so Count Rugen killed Inigos father. Outraged, Inigo took the sword his father made and tried to kill Count Rugen. He has kept the sword ever since so he could use it to kill Count Rugen.