Westley-- so that every shriek of every child at seeing your hideousness will be yours to cherish -- every babe that weeps at your approach, every woman who cries out, "Dear God, what is that
thing?" will echo in your perfect ears. That is what "to the pain" means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever.
Humperdink-- I think you're bluffing --
Westley--It's possible, pig -- I might be bluffing -- it's conceivable, you miserable vomitous mass, that I'm only lying here because I lack the strength to stand -- then again, perhaps I have the strength after all.
-- DROP YOUR SWORD!
My favorite movie. I also have the book and the soundtrack (not a D.S. fan, but ole Mark did a good job on that one).