Fezzik: *to the man in black* Why do you wear a mask and hood?
Man in Black: I think everybody will in the future. They're terribly comfortable.

*during the wedding ceremony*
Archdean: Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a deam.

As to Inigo's personal life, he was always just a trifle hungry, he had no brothers or sisters, and his mother had died in childbirth. He was fantastically happy. Because of his father. Domingo Montoya was funny-looking and crotchety and impatient and absent-minded and never smiled. Inigo loved him. Totally. Don't ask why. There really wasn't any one reason you could put your finger on. Oh, probably Domingo loved him back, but love is many things, none of them logical.

*on the way to the Cliffs of Insanity*
Inigo: No one could be following us yet?
Vizzini: No one. It would be inconceivable.
Inigo: Absolutely inconceivable?
Vizzini: Absolutely, totally, and in all other ways, inconceivable. Why do you ask?
Inigo: No reason. Its only that I just happened to look back and something's there.

Inigo: HELLO! MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA. YOU KILLED MY FATHER. PREPARE TO DIE!
Count Rugen: No-
Inigo: Offer me money-
Count Rugen: Everything.
Inigo: Power too.Promise me that.
Count Rugen: All I have and more. Please.
Inigo: Offer me anything I ask for.
Count Rugen: Yes. Yes. Say it.
Inigo: I WANT DOMINGO MONTOYA YOU SON OF A BITCH.

~Honeymoon

Inigo: Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die

Count Rugen: Stop saying that!

~Honeymoon

Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die

~Honeymoon

True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. Everybody knows that.

~Miracle Max

Westley and I are joined by the bonds of love, and you cannot track that, not with a thousand bloodhounds, and you cannot break it, not with a thousand swords.

~Buttercup
The Festivities

"The battle of wits has begun," said the man in black. "It ends when you decide and we drink and find out who is right and who is dead."

~The Announcement

"Don't you understand anything that's going on?
Buttercup shook her head.
Westley shook his too. "You never have been the brightest, I guess."
"Do you love me, Westley? Is that it?"
He couldn't believe it. "Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches! If your love were -"
"I don't understand that first one yet," Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. "Let me get this straight. Are you saying my love is a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images confuse me so - is this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling we're on the verge of something just terribly important."

~The Bride