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(via smoking-poetry)
Westley: All right, where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right and who is dead.
Vizzini: But it’s so simple. All I have to do is divine from what I know of you. Are you the sort of man who would put the poison into his own goblet, or his enemy’s? Now, a clever man would put the poison into his own goblet, because he would know that only a great fool would reach for what he was given. I’m not a great fool, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you. But you must have known I was not a great fool; you would have counted on it, so I can clearly not choose the wine in front of me.
Westley: You’ve made your decision then?
Vizzini: Not remotely. Because iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows. And Australia is entirely peopled with criminals. And criminals are used to having people not trust them, as you are not trusted by me. So I can clearly not choose the wine in front of you.
Westley: Truly, you have a dizzying intellect.
Jose on my facebook page, I remember hanging out with you at the bar. I remember a large group of us going to the diner at 3am after the bar to get a pre-sleep breakfast. Who were we with? I remember there was you, three girls, me and I think my friend Dan? But really… how did this happen? Did we know eachother before hand? Did we just get to know eachother at the time? I remember the dance floor, you had moves… goddamnit this is bothering me. At 2:25am with an exam at 9am I should have other things on my mind but seriously: how the fuck do we know eachother? Alcohol is devastating.
Just so ridiculous. I was basically crying by the end of this clip the first time I saw it.
dope.
Eternal gratitude to anyone who can tell me where this came from! Seems video gamey, but I don’t know.
Best evar