"Yeah, he didn't have a single line in that whole scene, did he?" Rae asks, pouring Autor and herself a warm-up on tea, while on the screen the Prince gets Buttercup ready for the wedding, despite her protests that Westley will come for her. "It's just kind of weird and kind of cheap to have a plot-device be delivered off-screen like that. Why couldn't we have seen Miracle Max offering the cloak to Fezzik, if the cloak is a plot-important item?"
While Fezzik, Inigo, and Westley prepare themselves on the battlements, in the castle chapel, the wedding begins. Organ music plays in the background, ending as the impressive clergyman gestures to the prince and Buttercup.
"Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us togevah today."
"...What." Rae, distracted, almost spills her tea. She hurriedly wipes at the bedspread, trying not to shake with giggling. "What is with this guy's voice?"
"Mawwage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam wifin a dweam," continues the clergyman. From outside, Yellin can be heard yelling, "Stand your ground, men, stand your ground!" It causes something of a commotion among the people in the chapel, and Humperdinck looks uncertain.
Outside, Yellin calls again, "Stand your ground!"
"What the lurid, multicolored hells are they doing?"
A gigantic figure wrapped in a black cloak can be seen looming over the tall stone wall. "I am the Dread Pirate Roberts!" bellows Fezzik's voice. "There will be no survivors!" Westley is leaning on Inigo while he pushes the wheelbarrow Fezzik is standing on while wearing the holocaust cloak. "Now?" Inigo whispers, tense with exertion. "Not yet," replies Westley. "My men are here, I am here," booms Fezzik, pointing a doomladen finger at the crowd of terrified guards. "But soon, you will not be here." "Now?" Inigo whispers again, nearly at the limits of his endurance. "Light him," Westley confirms. Inigo lights the cloak on fire with a candle, which is soon engulfed in flames. "The Dread Pirate Roberts takes no survivors!" Fezzik bellows, as the soldiers back up from the flaming Fezzik, and begin to scatter. "All your worst nightmares are about to come true!"
"That's... actually a really clever plan," Rae remarks. "But why would anyone even have a cloak that goes up like that, in the first place? What use would it be, apart from this very specific situation?"
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Date: 2015-11-27 05:46 am (UTC)While Fezzik, Inigo, and Westley prepare themselves on the battlements, in the castle chapel, the wedding begins. Organ music plays in the background, ending as the impressive clergyman gestures to the prince and Buttercup.
"Mawwage. Mawwage is what bwings us togevah today."
"...What." Rae, distracted, almost spills her tea. She hurriedly wipes at the bedspread, trying not to shake with giggling. "What is with this guy's voice?"
"Mawwage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam wifin a dweam," continues the clergyman.
From outside, Yellin can be heard yelling, "Stand your ground, men, stand your ground!" It causes something of a commotion among the people in the chapel, and Humperdinck looks uncertain.
Outside, Yellin calls again, "Stand your ground!"
"What the lurid, multicolored hells are they doing?"
A gigantic figure wrapped in a black cloak can be seen looming over the tall stone wall.
"I am the Dread Pirate Roberts!" bellows Fezzik's voice. "There will be no survivors!"
Westley is leaning on Inigo while he pushes the wheelbarrow Fezzik is standing on while wearing the holocaust cloak.
"Now?" Inigo whispers, tense with exertion.
"Not yet," replies Westley.
"My men are here, I am here," booms Fezzik, pointing a doomladen finger at the crowd of terrified guards. "But soon, you will not be here."
"Now?" Inigo whispers again, nearly at the limits of his endurance.
"Light him," Westley confirms.
Inigo lights the cloak on fire with a candle, which is soon engulfed in flames.
"The Dread Pirate Roberts takes no survivors!" Fezzik bellows, as the soldiers back up from the flaming Fezzik, and begin to scatter. "All your worst nightmares are about to come true!"
"That's... actually a really clever plan," Rae remarks. "But why would anyone even have a cloak that goes up like that, in the first place? What use would it be, apart from this very specific situation?"