Vizzini: He didn't fall?! Inconceivable! Inigo Montoya: You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.
Villager: We have found a witch, may we burn her? Crowd: Burn her! Sir Bedevere: But how do you know she's a witch? Peasant 3: Well, she turned me into a newt! Sir Bedevere: A newt? Peasant 3: ... I got better.
If you're a bird, I'm a bird.
And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on.
I am serious... and don't call me Shirley.
You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.
My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.
Dutch Gunderson: Who are you and how did you get in here? Frank Drebin: I'm a locksmith. And, I'm a locksmith.
Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.
Buttercup: You mock my pain. Man in Black: Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something.