I read Princess Bride too often but it never ceases to be any less fun than the last read. And I laugh out loud when I read this passage in The Princess Bride by William Goldman. There are several ways to revile the other gender but only Buttercup can burst in a wordy vehemence, in the most imaginative way, when the village girls accuse her of stealing the boys. The boys. The village boys. The beef-witted featherbrained rattleskulled clodplated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed boys How could anyone accuse her of stealing them? Why would anyone want them anyone? What good were they?