Butterquack: Oh Westley, will you ever forgive me?
Westley: What hideous sin have you committed lately?
Butterquack: I got married. I didn’t want to. It all happened so fast.
Westley: Never happened.
Butterquack: But it did. I was there. This old duck said “duck and wife.”
Westley: Did you say “I do?”
Butterquack: Um, no. We sort of skipped that part.
Westley: Then you’re not married. If you didn’t say it, you didn’t do it. Wouldn’t you agree, Your Highness?
Humperduck: A technicality that will shortly be remedied. But first things first. To the death!
Westley: No! To the pain! Drop your sword. Have a seat. Tie him up. Make it as tight as you like.