You're An Enemy Of Art

Westley And I Are Joined By The Bond Of Love And You Cannot Track That, Not With A Thousand Bloodhounds, And You Cannot Break It, Not With A Thousand Swords.

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

Inside And Out, Westley's World Was Ripping Apart And He Could Do Nothing But Crack Along With It.

Chapter One. The Bride." He Held Up The Book Then. "i'm Reading It To You For Relax." He Practically Shoved The Book In My Face. "by S. Morgenstern. Great Florinese Writer. The Princess Bride. He Too Came To America. S. Morgenstern. Dead Now In New York. The English Is His Own. He Spoke Eight Tongues." Here My Father Put Down The Book And Held Up All His Fingers. "eight. Once In Florin City...

Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,--darling Westly, Adored Westly, Sweet Perfect Westly, Whisper That I Have A Chance To Win Your Love." And With That, She Dared The Bravest Thing She'd Ever Done: She Looked Right Into His Eyes. He Closed The Door In Her Face.