Inigo:Let me explain….no, there is too much. Let me sum up: Buttercup is marrying 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 for dilly-dally.
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 it is guarded by sixty men.
Westley: And our assets?
Inigo: Your brains, Fezzik’s strength, my steel.
Westley: That’s it? Impossible. If I had a month to plan maybe I could come up with something. But this…
Fezzik: You just shook your head! That doesn’t make you happy?
Westley: My brains, his steel and your strength against sixty men and you think a little head jiggle is supposed to make me happy? Hmm?? I mean if we only had a wheelbarrow, that would be something.