Grandpa:
Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around.
Buttercup:
Farm boy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.
Westley:
As you wish.
Grandpa:
"As you wish" was all he ever said to her.
Buttercup:
Farm boy, fill these with water - please.
Westley:
As you wish.
Grandpa:
That day, she was amazed to discover that when he was saying "As you wish", what he meant was, "I love you." And even more amazing was the day she realized she truly loved him back.
Buttercup:
Farm boy... fetch me that pitcher.
Westley:
As you wish.
The Grandson:
Hold it, hold it. What is this? Are you trying to trick me? Where's the sports?
The Grandson:
Is this a kissing book?
Grandpa:
Wait, just wait.
The Grandson:
Well, when does it get good?
Grandpa:
Keep your shirt on, and let me read.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:33
Consiglia
Voto
Nessun dato in archivio
Commenti
Nessun dato in archivio
