Fezzik: We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.
Westley: You mean, you'll put down your rock and I'll put down my sword, and we'll try and kill each other like civilized people?
Fezzik: I could kill you now.
Westley: Frankly, I think the odds are slightly in your favor at hand fighting.
Fezzik: It's not my fault being the biggest and the strongest. I don't even exercise.