The first time I saw Princess Bride, I cried, l laughed and l cried some more. This movie is so full of memorable one liners and quotes that make me smile to think about them. But there are three words that began to shape the kind of woman l would become.
As you wish.
Mind you, men don’t actually say those exact words to me, but l found that making a simple request of a man (like Buttercup did when she said, “farm boy, fetch me that pitcher”) and he says “yes” in any variation of yes, well I can’t help it. l get wet.
That sudden rush of wet that is accompanied by the pulsing of the Vagenda. While men are visual creatures which is why l have a buffet of boobs photos (coming soon), women are auditory, so my Vagenda responds to what she hears especially when it is yes dear, yes baby, of course darling, or any affirmative declaration which is then followed up by action. *sigh
Now Wesley was of course saying, “l love you” when he uttered, “As You Wish” and men have tended to simply say l love you to me and while l adore that, the eternal romantic in me knows that one day l will hear those three words and they will mean the same thing.
So l will leave you with some of my favorite dialogue from Princess Bride. Do you have any?
Prince Humperdinck: First things first, to the death.
Westley: No. To the pain.
Prince Humperdinck: I don’t think I’m quite familiar with that phrase.
Westley: I’ll explain and I’ll use small words so that you’ll be sure to understand, you warthog faced buffoon.
Prince Humperdinck: That may be the first time in my life a man has dared insult me.
Westley: It won’t be the last. To the pain means the first thing you will lose will be your feet below the ankles. Then your hands at the wrists. Next your nose.
Prince Humperdinck: 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 will lose will be your left eye followed by your right.
Prince Humperdinck: 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.
Prince Humperdinck: I think you’re bluffing.
Westley: It’s possible, Pig, I might be bluffing. It’s conceivable, you miserable, vomitous mass, that I’m only lying here because I lack the strength to stand. But, then again… perhaps I have the strength after all.