"Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something."
"And what have I done?" What? WHAT?...You've stolen them." With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who "them" was. The boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed BOYS."
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Source: The Princess Bride. Book by William Goldman, www.cnn.com. 1973.
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