Like the mailman.
Which popped into my head just now.
It was weird.
“Since the invention of the kiss there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind.”
On that note, I say good night.
- Westley: To the pain means the first thing you lose will be your feet, below the ankles, then your hands at the wrists, next your nose —
- Humperdinick: And then my tongue, I suppose. I killed you too quickly the last time, a mistake I don’t mean to duplicate tonight.
- Westley: I wasn’t finished. The next thing you lose will be your left eye, followed by your right —
- Humperdinick: And then my ears, I understand. Let’s get on with it —
- Westley: Wrong! Your ears you keep, and I’ll tell you why. 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.
I once had a dream where I seduced a door to door Morman missionary.
Hercules (1997)
If there’s a price for rotten judgment, I guess I’ve already won that.
