- Will: Right Kate, you swig the potion, Florian finds you, thinks you dead and breaks off the engagement. I can't see how it can possibly go wrong.
- Will: This is England. One wouldst more likely see a toothless crone with a tooth than an English rut-filler actually filling a rut! Fortunately.
- Will: These Oxbridge yobbos are extraordinarily strong, having spent their entire lives with literarily enough to eat.
- Florian: If Kate be dead, then Florian need not live. Perchance some trace of poison does linger on her lips. A kiss and I will share her fate...
- Will: Blimey. He's taking it a bit harder than I expected.
- Florian: And yet no friendly drop remains. Perchance she did brush her teeth and then gargle after drinking it. Thus with a dagger I die!
- Will: Brilliant, I always say there's nothing more fascinating than actors talking about themselves.
- Will: Exactly, I thought it might be fun to hear my Juliet had spoken her true voice before a middle-aged man with two half coconuts down his bodice gets over it.
- Will: I've sent word to the theatre that the two tunnels which lie beneath the bridge be blocked.
- Anne: Pardon?
- Will: The two tunnels which lie beneath the bridge be blocked. Two tunnels? Beneath a bridge? Anyone? Nose, my loves. Nose! I've told Burbage that my nose be snotted and I would not work this week or next.
- Anne: Why didn't you just say "nose"?
- Will: It's what I do!
- Will: I just need a simple potion that will render a person seemingly dead but from which they will fully recover at the appropriate moment.
- Apothecary: Well, we have Play Dead. Or else you could buy my own brand of the mixture, which is exactly the same but half the price.
- Will: Hm, I I think I'll stick to the popular brand, thank you. I'm happy to pay a little more for the nebulous sense of comfort that a public brand imbues.
- Kate: Kate: Oh, my God, Mr Shakespeare, it's brilliant. Timeless. Deathless! "The Most Tragical History Of Romeo And Julian.''
- Will: WS: Oh, yes That should be Juliet, obviously. Romeo And Julian was but a working title.Early exploratory stuff.It meanteth nothing...
- Bottom: Yeah, right!
- Will: What?
- Bottom: Well, come on, master.We live in t'same house.I've heard you reading out your sonnets.Especially 1 to 226.
- Will: Those poems are about a platonic hierarchical relationship.God's naughty etchings! Why does everybody presume that just because I write 126 love poems to an attractive boy, I must be. I must be some kind of bechambered hugger-tugger.
- Greene: Master Shakey Poet, a word if you please?
- Will: Shakespeare, Master Greene, my name is Shakespeare.
- Greene: Yeah I know your name sirrur, I was addressing you by trade, shakey poet, just as I would address a house builder as Master Builder or a ship's carpenter Master Carpenter.
- Bottom: And what would you call a bear bater, Master Greene?
- Greene: Master Bater.
- Bottom: [aside to Shakespeare] See what I did there?
- Will: [to Bottom] Brilliant. Loved it.