The king died that very night, and before the following dawn, Butterquack and Humperduck were married. And at noon, she met her subjects again, this time as their queen.
Humperduck: My father’s final words were “Love her as I loved her and there will be joy.” I present to you your queen. Queen Butterquack!
She hears a voice booing her.
Crone: Boo! Boo! Boo!
Butterquack: Why do you do this?
Crone: Because you had love in your wings and you gave it up!
Butterquack: But they would have killed Westley if I hadn’t done it!
Crone: 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!