“It appears to me as if we’re doomed, then,” Buttercup said. Westley looked at her. “Doomed, madam?” “To be together. Until one of us dies.” “I’ve done that already, and I haven’t the slightest intention of ever doing it again,” Westley said. Buttercup looked at him. “Don’t we sort of have to sometime?” “Not if we promise to outlive each other, and I make that promise now.” Buttercup looked at him. “Oh my Westley, so do I.”
