Boo. Boo. Boo. Why do you do this? Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up....

The Ancient Booer: Boo. Boo. Boo. Buttercup: Why do you do this? The Ancient Booer: Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up. Buttercup: But they would have killed Westley if I hadn't done it. The Ancient Booer: Your true love lives. And you marry another. True Love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse. So bow down to her if you want, bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence. Boo. Boo. Rubbish. Filth. Slime. Muck. Boo. Boo. Boo.

Boo! Why do you do this? Because you had love in your hands, and you gave it up! But they would've killed Westley if I hadn't done it. Your true love lives, and you marry another! True love saved her in the Fire Swamp, and she treated it like garbage. And that's what she is, the Queen of Refuse! So bow down to her, if you want. Bow to her. Bow to the Queen of Slime, the Queen of Filth, the Queen of Putrescence! Boo! Boo! Rubbish! Filth! Slime! Muck! Boo! Boo! Boo! "It was ten days till the wedding. The king still lived, but Buttercup's nightmares were growing steadily worse." See? Didn't I tell you she'd never marry that rotten Humperdinck? Yes, you're very smart. Shut up. It comes to this: I love Westley. I always have. I know now I always will. If you tell me I must marry you in ten days, please believe I will be dead by morning. I could never cause you grief. Consider our wedding off. You, um, returned this Westley to his ship?