[BUTTERCUP is riding her horse through the woods.]
VIZZINI
A word my lady? We are but poor lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?
BUTTERCUP
There is nothing nearby. Not for miles.
VIZZINI
Then there will be no one to hear you scream!
[FEZZIK reaches for BUTTERCUP, but she leaps away, then explodes into five minutes of martial arts that leave all her opponents lying about, helpless.]
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[BUTTERCUP is riding her horse through the woods.]
VIZZINI
A word my lady? We are but poor lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?
BUTTERCUP
There is nothing nearby. Not for miles.
VIZZINI
Then there will be no one to hear you scream!
[FEZZIK reaches for BUTTERCUP, but she leaps away, then explodes into five minutes of martial arts that leave all her opponents lying about, helpless.]
BUTTERCUP
Nor anyone to hear you moan.