Yellin: The Thieves’ Forest is emptied. Thirty ducks guard the castle gate.
Humperduck: Double it. My princess must be safe.
Yellin: The gate has but one key, and I carry that.
Humperduck: Ah, my dulcet darling. Tonight, we marry. Tomorrow morning your men will escort us to Florin Channel, where every ship in my armada waits to accompany us on our honeymoon.
Butterquack: Every ship but your four fastest, you mean. Every ship but the four you sent.
Humperduck: Yes, yes, of course. Naturally not those four.
Butterquack: You never sent the ships. Don’t bother lying. Doesn’t matter. Westley will come for me anyway.
Humperduck: You’re a silly girl.
Butterquack: Yes, I am a silly girl, for not having seen sooner that you are nothing but a coward with a heart full of fear.
Humperduck: I would not say such things if I were you!
He locks her in her room and runs to the Pit of Despair.
Humperduck: You truly love each other, and so you might have been truly happy. Not one couple in a century has that chance, no matter what the storybooks say. so I think no duck in a century will suffer as greatly as you will.
He turns The Machine on its highest setting.