Ben, l'm an actor. Every inch of me,

right down to my very toes. l want to...

No, l crave to act.

So bloody well act like a writer.

And, for God's sake, keep off the stage.

Writers do not have time to act.

[♪♪♪]

[SlGHS]

SPENCER [AS ROMEO]: What lady's that, which doth enrich the hand of yonder knight?

l know not, sir.

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright.

lt seems she hangs upon the cheek of night,

like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear.

[GROANS]

Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.

So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,

as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.

The measure done, l'll watch her place of stand,

and, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.

Hmph.