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