Wherever you go, past and present members of Christian culture will be familiar with this movie, having seen it at least twelve times during youth group events or slumber parties. Good luck spending a summer working at Christian camp without hearing it quoted daily. “Inconceivable!” “No more rhymes now, I mean it! Anybody got a peanut?” “Have fun storming the castle!” “You are eeeeen the peeeet of dispaaaair.” and of course “My name is Inigo Montoya…” […post-traumatic stress disorder won’t let me from type the rest of that quote.]
In 7th grade I was sleeping over with my homeschooled friend who was forbidden to listen to the radio or watch any TV. Somehow her parents decreed that The Princess Bride was acceptable for viewing, except for the one part where there is a bad word. Her mom sat with us and watched the movie until the bad-word-part was near, then she tried to fast-forward over it. But instead of skipping the bad word, she landed squarely on it and pressed play and Inigo Montoya said “I want my father back, you son of a bitch.” As I remember, she was pretty upset about this.