W. R. Hearst: You ever eaten a seagull, Tom?
Thomas Ince: No.
W. R. Hearst: God, they taste awful. Just like eating a crow.
Buttercup: I know who you are. Your cruelty reveals everything. You're the Dread Pirate Roberts. Admit it.
Westley: With pride. What can I do for you?
Buttercup: You can die slowly. Cut into a thousand pieces.
Westley: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hardly complimentary, your highness. Why loose your venom on me?
Buttercup: You killed my love.
Westley: It's possible. I've killed a lot of people.