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hello everybody

done. have a great day everybody

BUT i promise i will no kill you until you reach the top

that's VERY comforting, but i'm afraid you'll just have to wait.

i hate waiting.

can i give you my word as a spaniard?

no good! i've known too many spaniards.

i swear on the sword of my father, domingo montoya ... you will reach the top alive

(sp?)

(you skipped! but) throw me the rope.

isnt the next line yours?

i also thought he swore on the SOUL of his father, but with his accent it really could be either.

oh, yes, if we're going on with it, i suppose it is.

ohhh. i thought it was his father's sword

thank you.

because then he showed him it

no, no, wait, wait, wait until you are ready

again, thank you.

was a great swordmaker, my father (right?)

(sounds right)

(you have kind of a monologue here i think)

one day, a six fingered man came and requested a special sword

my father slave a year before it was done

the six fingered man came and demanded it. bit t one-tenth his promised price

my father refused

(comp slow, not my bad spelling)

without a word, the six fingered man slashed him through the heart

naturally, i challenged his murderer to a duel. i failed. the six fingered man leave me alive. but he gave me these. (shows scars)

how old were you?

i was eleven years old

a prodigy

when i was strong enough, i devoted my life to the study of swordplay, so that next time, i will not fail

i will go up to the six fingered man and say

hello. my name is inigo montoya. you killed my father. prepare to die.

you've done nothing but study swordplay?

well, a pursuit more than a study. i work with vecchini to pay the bills. theres not a lot of money in revenge.

(you left out the bit about how it's been 20 years and you cannot find him)

... i dunno how the names are all spelled. i beg your indulgence

oh! snap!

(argh, someone is smoking somewhere near my window)

ewwwww

well, i certainly hope you find him someday.

they are only lying in wait to kill you!

the smoker or the 6 fingered man?

could be the same person mebbe ... ?

(the smoker, and inigo, earlier, was waiting around to kill me)

(we sort of skipped that part)

lol

the swordplay would come in handy either way...

won't that be nice!

(are we dropping the scene or are you going to ask if i'm ready)

yeah, i dont remember the dialogue so well after this point

... sorry!

you say, "you are ready, then?"

also it is difficult typing with one hand

and i say

whether i am or not, you've been more than fair.

(i am not left handed!!)

and you say, "you seem a decent fellow, i hate to kill you"

and i say

oh right!

you seem a decent fellow. i hate to die.

and you say, "begin"

and then the violins kick in.

is there anything before 'who ARE you?'

yes.

d'oh

you say, "you are WONderful"

thank you, i've worked hard to become so.

i admit it, you are better than i am.

i must admit it, you are better than i am

then why are you smiling?

because i am not left handed!

nonono

because i know something you don't know.

and what is that?

oh. darnit!

ive messed it all up

NOW you're not left handed

*music goes on*

inigo gets wesley pinned up against the rocks

scuse me, westley (nephew on the brain.)

there's something... i ought to tell you

(sits on your head, aye?)

whats that?

i'm not left handed either

*trumpets*

daaa da da da da da!

*violins*

(westley does double flip)

NOW the line you wanted to say earlier

who ARE you?

no one of consequence

i MUST know

get used to disappointment

... ok

*violins*

you are using boneti's defense against me!

*westley flicks inigo's sword out of his hand and cuts off a bit of his hair*

oh yes, indeed, we forgot all that bit!!!

that was all before the you are WONderful.

wasn't it?

YOU did! hahaha. i'm not sure of all of it tho. no i don't think so

i think its now ...

ok well forget i said the flicking and hair then.

i thought it fitting, considering the rocky terrain.

and now i shall have to ... something ... something

your line is "naturally you must expect me to respond with capo ferro"

ahh right

naturally. but i find that thibault cancels out capo ferro, don't you?

(and THEN he flicks the hair?)

no, you say, "unless the enemy has-a studied his agrippa. which i have"

*violins*

*NOW the flick i think*

kill me quickly

i would as soon destroy a stained glass window as an artist like yourself. however, since i can't have you following me either... *whack*

awww, now my part is over for a while.

and... scene.

you hit me!

i had to or you'd follow me.

its so true

i'm the obsessive type

Where are fezzik and vizzini?

inconceivable

up the hill a ways

they went on ahead, leaving inigo to finish off the man in black.

Ah, I'm lost

if we go on, westley runs off and next encounters fezzik, but first we have the scene where prince humperdinck is tracking, i think, and says...

there was... a mighty... duel.

it ranged all over. they were both masters.

buffy, rugen?

the loser ran off...

rugen asks "who won? how did it end?"

oh right! sorry joe came down and was talking to me

the loser... ran off alone... while the winner... followed those footprints toward guilder.

'sok

i don't remember what rugen says next

we must all be ready for whatever lies ahead.

(that's humperdinck)

Could this be a trap?

i always think everything could be a trap... which is why i'm still alive.

i just remember humperdincks goofy saddle

*switch to westley with fezzik*

*rock smashes*

i did that on purpose. i don't have to miss.

(i always jump at that part0

*)

i believe you

(you also say, so what happens now?)

so what happens now?

we face each other as god intended, skill against skill alone.

no tricks, no weapons?

nonono, you say, "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?"

ahhh

and i hold up my rock and say, "i could kill you now"

and then you say...

frankly, i think the odds are sliightly in your favor at handfighting

it's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. i don't even exercise.

(as i set down my sword)

and then you size me up and rush me and i watch amusedly as you squeeze around my waist.

and then i back off and i start trying to swing at you and you duck.

so why are you wearing a mask? were you burned by acid or something?

don't i say 'look, are you playing with me, or what?'

oh, yes, is that first?

i think so. i am never wrong.

i just want you to feel you are doing well. i don't like people to die embarrassed.

so then answer the acid question

no, its just that they are terribly comfortable, i think everyone will be wearing them in the future

you know, i just figured out why you give me so much trouble.

... i've gotta go, dirty diaper and then leaving for church. sorry to cut it short! :D nice having a dialogue with you

(whys that, do you think?)

(now i really am going)

ttfn!

(ttyl! have a good day!)

well you see i've gotten so used to fighting in groups - battling gangs for local charities, that sort of thing.

why should that make a .... difference?

oops i messed up that fezzik line, it starts with "i haven't fought just one person for so long"

anyway.

well you use different moves when you have to deal with half a dozen people than when you only have to deal with... ah with one. *passes out from lack of oxygen*

*westley listens to make sure there is still a heartbeat*

i do not envy you the headache you will have when you awake. in the meantime, rest well, and dream of large women.

*switch to humperdinck coming upon the scene*

someone has beaten a giant. there will be great suffering in guilder when she dies.

*westley comes upon vizzini with buttercup*

so. it is down to you, and it is down to me.

if you wish her dead, by all means keep moving forward.

*westley stops*

let me explain.

there's nothing to explain. you are trying to kidnap what i have rightfully stolen.

perhaps... an arrangement can be reached? *moving forward again*

there will be no arrangement... and you're killing her.

*buttercup gives a slight gasp as the knife is pressed to her throat*

then we are at an impasse.

so it would seem. i can't compete with you physically, and you're no match for my brains.

you're that smart?

let me put it to you this way: ever heard of plato, aristotle, socrates? morons.

really? in that case i propose a battle of wits.

for the princess?

*nod*

to the DEATH?

*nod*

very well, i accept.

good, then pour the wine.

*westley sits and pulls out a vial*

inhale this, but do not touch.

*sniff* i smell nothing.

what you do not smell is called iocaine powder. it is odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man.

*takes the wine glasses, turns around, does something to them, puts them back, tosses away vial*

where is the poison? the battle of wits has begun. it ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right, and who is dead.

but it's so simple! all i have to do is divine from what i know of you, are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or that of his enemy? now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. i am not a great fool, so i can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

but you must have known i am not a great fool, you would have counted on it, so i can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

you've made your choice then?

not remotely! because iocaine comes from australia, as everyone knows, and australia is entirely peopled by criminals, and criminals are used to have people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me, so i can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

truly, you have a dizzying intellect.

wait til i get going!

where was i?

australia.

ah yes, australia. and you must have suspected i would have known the powder's origin, so i can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.

you're just stalling now.

you'd like to THINK that, WOULDN'T you?

you've beaten my giant, which means you're exceptionally strong, so you could have put the poison into your own goblet, trusting on your strength to save you, so i can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.

BUT you've also bested my spaniard, which means you must have studied, and in studying, you must have learned that man is mortal, so you would have put the poison as far away from yourself as possible, so i can clearly not choose the wine in front of me!

you're trying to trick me into giving something away. it won't work.

it HAS worked! you've given everything away! i know where the poison is!

then make your choice.

i will, and i choose... what in the world can that be?

*westley turns and looks, vizzini switches the goblets, as westley says...*

what? where? i don't see anything.

hmm. must have been my imagination.

*vizzini chuckles*

what's so funny?

i'll... tell you in a minute. first, let's drink. me, from my glass, and you, from yours.

*westley takes his goblet. vizzini takes his, but waits to see whether westley sips before drinking the wine*

you guessed wrong.

you only think I guessed wrong, that's what's so funny!

i switched glasses while your back was turned.

you fell victim to one of the classic blunders.

the most famous... 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! ahahahahahahahaha *keels over*

*westley goes to buttercup and removes her blindfold*

and to think... all that time it was your cup that was poisoned.

they were both poisoned. i spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocaine powder.

*they run off*

*humperdinck comes on the scene*

*smells the vial*

iocaine, i'd bet my life on it! and there are the princess's footprints! she is alive! or was, an hour ago. if she is otherwise when i find her, i shall be Very Put Out.

*switch to westley and buttercup. he pauses in their flight and says...*

catch your breath.

if you'll release me, i promise ... (hmm... something about prince humperdinck not punishing him or something?)

you think your dearest love will save you?

i never said he was my dearest love. and yes, he will save me, that i know. he can track a falcon on a cloudy day, he can find you.

you admit to me you do not love your fiance?

he knows i do not love him.

are not Capable of love, is what you mean.

i have Loved more Deeply than a killer like yourself could ever dream!

*westley's hand pulls back as if to slap her, she turns her head*

that was a warning, highness. the next time, my hand flies on its own, for where i come from there are penalties when a woman lies.

*he makes her take off running again*

no wait, first i think this is when she says, "who are you?" and he says

i am no one to be trifled with. that is all you ever need know.

or maybe that's back after the bit about building up the immunity to iocaine powder.

it has been too long since i have seen this movie, it is dreadful.

*next time they stop for breath, buttercup says...*

i know who you are, your cruelty reveals everything. you're the dread pirate roberts, admit it!

with pride. *bows*

what can i do for you?

you can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces.

*tch, tch, tch* hardly complimentary, highness. why loose your venom on me?

you killed my love.

it's possible. i kill a lot of people. who was this love of yours?

another prince like this one? ugly, rich, scabby?

No, a Farmboy. Poor. Poor and Perfect, with eyes like the sea after a storm.

on the high seas, your ship attacked, and the dread pirate roberts never takes prisoners.

Go

well, i can hardly afford to make exceptions. i mean, once word gets out that a pirate has gone soft, then people begin to disobey you and then it's nothing but work, work, work all the time.

you mock my pain!

life IS pain, highness. anyone who says differently is selling something.

i remember this farmboy of yours, i think. he died well, that should please you. no bribe attempts or blubbering. he simply said, "please. i need to live."

'twas the please that caught my memory. i asked him what was so important. true love, he replied. and then he spoke of a girl of surpassing beauty and faithfulness - i can only assume he meant you. you should bless me for killing him before he found out what you really are. now tell me truly, when you found out he was dead, did you get engaged to your prince that same hour, or did you wait a whole week out of respect for the dead?

you mocked me once, never do it again! i died that day!

and you can die to for all i care *pushes him over the edge of the steep hill*

aaaaaas youuuuuuu wiiiiiiiiish

oh, my sweet westley, what have i done? *dives into a very ungraceful somersault*

is this the princess bride?

well spotted.

*oof ooo oooo ooof*

*they reach the bottom. westley crawls over to buttercup and takes her in his arms*

can you move at all?

move? you're alive! if you want i could fly.

i told you i would always come for you. why didn't you wait for me?

well, you were dead.

death cannot stop true love. all it can do is delay it for awhile.

i will never doubt again.

there will never be a need.

*they start kissing, and fred savage breaks in with disgust*

i suppose i should go back to the puzzle.

thanks to all who chimed in with a line, btw. :)

AND thanks to everyone out there who thinks i'm potty but has kindly refrained from saying so and allowed me to merrily entertain myself.

Done with greens an a breakfast break

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there we go - done, no greens...just got stumped for awhile on that one!

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terminate.. no greens... but boy.. that was like pulling teeth

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I could swear that I've done this same puzzle recently.

And the same for yesterday's puzzle?!

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