I was catching a little local TV news (something I usually avoid like the plague) this morning, when what did my shocked eyes spy? Inigo Montoya, (as in, "My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.") shilling for a cholesterol drug company.
It was painful to watch. If I ever see Princess Buttercup pushing hormone replacement therapy (or whatever), I will...oh, heck, I don't know what I'll do. But whatever it is, it won't be pretty.
What would Fezzik say?