There Is No Room In My Body

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.

Just Because You're Beautiful And Perfect, It's Made You Conceited.

Westley Closed His Eyes. There Was Pain Coming And He Had To Be Ready For It. He Had To Prepare His Brain, He Had To Get His Mind Controlled And Safe From Their Efforts, So That They Could Not Break Him. He Would Not Let Them Break Him. He Would Hold Together Against Anything And All. If Only They Gave Him Sufficient Time To Make Ready, He Knew He Could Defeat Pain. It Turned Out They Gave Him Sufficient Time (it Was Months Before The Machine Was Ready). But They Broke Him Anyway.

My Name Is Inigo Montoya, You Killed My Father, Prepare To Die!

Dummy, Dummy, Go Out Now And Fill Your Tummy.