Do you love me, Westley? Is that it? He couldnt believe it. Do I love you? My God, if your love were a grain of sand, mine would be a universe of beaches. If your love were I dont understand the first one yet, Buttercup interrupted. She was starting to get very excited now. Let me get this straight. Are you saying my love is the size of a grain of sand and yours is this other thing? Images just confuse me sois this universal business of yours bigger than my sand? Help me, Westley. I have the feeling were on the verge of something just terribly important. I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids.Is any of this getting through to you, Buttercup, or do you want me to go on for a while? Never stop. There has not been If youre teasing me, Westley, Im just going to kill you. How can you even dream I might be teasing? Well, you havent once said you loved me. Thats all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I. You are teasing now; arent you? A little maybe; Ive been saying it so long to you, you just wouldnt listen. Every time you said Farm boy do this you thought I was answering As you wish but thats only because you were hearing wrong. I love you was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard.