Westley: We are men of action, lies do not become us. Count Rugen: Well spoken, sir. Westley: [stares] Count Rugen: What is it? Westley: You have six fingers on your right hand. Someone was looking for- Count Rugen: [knocks him out]
Vizzini: A word, my lady. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby? Buttercup: There is nothing nearby... Not for miles. Vizzini: Then there will be no one to hear you scream.