That Vizzini, he can fuss.
I think he likes to scream at us.
Probably he means no harm.
He's really very short on charm.
Oh, you've a great gift for rhyme.
Yes, some of the time.
(He starts to smile.)
(whirling on them)
Enough of that.
As they sail off, we hear their voices as the boat recedes.
Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
If there are, we'll all be dead.
No more rhymes now, I mean it.
Anybody want a peanut?
As Vizzini screams we
THE SAILBOAT RACING ACROSS THE DARK WATERS.
Here's the scene with their rhyming.