From laughingmagpie

When you see this, post in your own journal with your favorite quote from "The Princess Bride." Preferably not "As you wish" or the Inigo Montoya speech.

My favourite quotes are the kind I can use in daily life. Two I use on a regular basis:

Mrs Miracle Max: I'm not a witch, I'm your wife.

Fezzik: You've been mostly dead all day.


And, I'll throw in my husband's favourite line. Like he has just one. Like he has fifty.

Wesley: There's a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.

Insanity.

Once upon a time there was a little girl who had a brass lunch box for her doll.

This little girl thought that she could make this brass lunch box even shinier if she polished it with spit.

Particularly the lid.

Her spit didn't quite have the purifying effect she had envisioned, so years went by, and gradually the residual spit made the brass lunch box hopelessly tarnished and rather ugly.

She married this guy who had something called Brasso, though.

( And... )

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Also, Kit's Desk?

Definite Want.

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Uh huh, extra cheese.
Uh huh, Uh huh, save a piece for me.

Pizza party at your house.
I went just to check it out.
19 extra larges.
What a shame no one came.
Just us, eatin' all alone.
You said, take the pizza home.
No sense lettin' all this go to waste,
So then I faced
Pizza all day,
and every day,
this cheese 'round the clock,
Is gettin' me blocked,
And I sure don't care
for irregularity.
Tell me,
Why'd you have to go and make me so constipated?
'Cause right now I'd do anything to just get my bowels evacuated,
In the bathroom
I sit
and I wait
and I strain
and I sweat
and I clench
and I feel the pain
Oh, should I take a laxative or have my colon irrigated?
No, no, no.

I was feelin' pretty down,
'Til my girlfriend came around.
We're just so alike in every way,
I gotta say.
In fact, I just thought I might
pop the question there that night.
I was kissin' her so tenderly,
But woe is me -
Who would've guessed
her family crest
I'd suddenly spy
tattoo-ed on her thigh -
And son of a gun, it's just like the one on me!
Tell me,
How was I supposed to know we were both related?
Believe me if I knew she was my cousin we never woulda dated.
What to do now?
Should I go ahead
and propose
and get hitched
and have kids with 11 toes,
and move to Alabama where that kinda' thing is tolerated?
No, no, no...

I had so much on my mind,
I thought maybe I'd unwind.
Try out that new roller coaster ride,
And the guide said not to stand,
but that's a demand
That I couldn't meet,
I got on my feet,
And stood up instead
and knocked off my head
you see!
Tell me!
Why'd I have to go and get myself decapitated?
This really is a major inconvenience,
oh man I really hate it.
It's such a drag now.
I can't eat,
I can't breathe,
I can't snore,
I can't belch or yodel anymore,
Can't spit or blow my nose or even read Sports Illustrated.
Oh no!
Why'd I have to go and get myself all mutilated? (yeah yeah)
I gotta tell ya, life without a head kinda makes me irritated.
What a bummer.
I can't blink,
I can't cough, I can't sneeze.
But my neck is enjoyin' a pleasant breeze now.
Haven't been the same since my head and I were separated.
No, no, no.

^^Made of win at the moment. The Lego video thereof is particularly brilliant on YouTube.

Anyway, I'm really tired.