The Best Fezzik Quotes

Fezzik: Why do you wear a mask? Were you burned by acid, or something like that?
Man: Oh no, it's just that they're terribly comfortable. I think everyone will be wearing them in the future.

Inigo: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss... I think he like to scream at *us*.
Inigo: Probably he means no *harm*.
Fezzik: He's really very short on *charm*.
Inigo: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that.
Inigo: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead.
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
Vizzini: DYEEAAHHHHHH!

Vizzini: Finish him. Finish him, your way.
Fezzik: Oh good, my way. Thank you Vizzini... what's my way?
Vizzini: Pick up one of those rocks, get behind a boulder, in a few minutes the man in black will come running around the bend, the minute his head is in view, hit it with the rock.
Fezzik: My way's not very sportsman-like.

Miracle: Beat it or I'll call the Brute Squad.
Fezzik: I'm on the Brute Squad.
Miracle: [sees Fezzik] You ARE the Brute Squad!

Westley: Who are you? Are we enemies? Why am I on this wall? Where is Buttercup?
Inigo: Let me explain.
[pause]
Inigo: No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Buttercup is marry Humperdinck in little less than half an hour. So all we have to do is get in, break up the wedding, steal the princess, make our escape... after I kill Count Rugen.
Westley: That doesn't leave much time for dilly-dallying.
Fezzik: You just wiggled your finger. That's wonderful.
Westley: I've always been a quick healer. What are our liabilities?
Inigo: There is but one working castle gate, and... and it is guarded by 60 men.
Westley: And our assets?
Inigo: Your brains, Fezzik's strength, my steel.

Fezzik: We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.
Man: You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Fezzik: I could kill you now.
Man: Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.
Fezzik: It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.

Westley: Why won't my arms move?
Fezzik: You've been mostly-dead all day.