A book? That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a...

The Grandson: A book? Grandpa: That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book. It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today I'm gonna read it to you. The Grandson: Has it got any sports in it? Grandpa: Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles... The Grandson: Doesn't sound too bad. I'll try to stay awake. Grandpa: Oh, well, thank you very much, very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming.

- A book? - That's right. When I was your age, television was called books. And this is a special book. It was the book my father used to read to me when I was sick, and I used to read it to your father. And today, I'm gonna read it to you. - Does it got any sports in it? - Are you kidding? Fencing, fighting, torture, revenge, giants, monsters, chases, escapes, true love, miracles. Doesn't sound too bad. - I'll try and stay awake. - Oh. Well, thank you very much. That's very nice of you. Your vote of confidence is overwhelming. All right. The Princess Bride... by S. Morgenstern. Chapter one. "Buttercup was raised on a small farm in the country of Florin. Her favorite pastimes were riding her horse and tormenting the farm boy that worked there. His name was Westley, but she never called him that." Isn't that a wonderful beginning? Yeah, it's really good. "Nothing gave Buttercup as much pleasure as ordering Westley around." Farm boy, polish my horse's saddle. I want to see my face shining in it by morning.