Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels...

Give me my Longsword, ho!

On C-section day…. My wish for you

Passion! Lover!

I fear, too early.

So shall you share all that he doth possess...

Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Madam, your mother craves a word with you.

It was always you and me...

Hear all, all see...

Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground!

The boys! The boys!

But if thou meanest not well, I do beseech thee...

For my mind misgives some... consequence, yet hanging in the stars...

Go, girl. Seek happy nights to happy days.

Younger than she are happy mothers made.

Pedlar's excrement!

O anything of nothing first create!

Uncle, we're being dishonored.

Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;

You and me always

...from ancient grudge break to new mutiny...

If love be rough with you, be rough with love.

Here's much to do with hate, but more with love.

- Yes, sir, better! - You lie!

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

...too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

...fresh female buds that make dark heaven light.

...your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

...whose misadventured piteous overthrows...

And 'tis not hard, I think, for men as old as we to keep the peace.

… then he says a prayer or two, then goes back to sleep.