The Master of the Revels despises us all for vagrants and peddlers of bombast. But my father, James Burbage, had the first license to make a company of players from Her Majesty, and he drew from poets the literature of the age. We must show them that we are men of parts. Will Shakespeare has a play. I have a theatre. The Curtain is yours.

Richard Burbage

Queen Elizabeth: You are an eager boy. Did you like the play?
John Webster: I liked it when she stabbed herself, Your Majesty.

Philip Henslowe: Mr. Fennyman, allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster.
Hugh Fennyman: So what do we do?
Philip Henslowe: Nothing. Strangely enough, it all turns out well.
Hugh Fennyman: How?
Philip Henslowe: I don't know. It's a mystery.

Sorry Romeo, but you gotta die.


I ain't even gonna look, I ain't even gonna look. I'm just gonna play. I can't see, I can't see.


Han Sing: Okay, here's the deal, meatball: You let me go, I let you live.
Maurice: [bursts out laughing] He says he's gonna let me live! Oh, you know what I'm gonna miss about you? The way you make me laugh.

Han Sing: Where is she?
Maurice: You didn't really think you was gonna get them panties, now did you?
Han Sing: What?
Maurice: Trish. You didn't really think she was gonna give it up to you, now did you?

Trish: Are you out of your mind? What are you doing here?
Han Sing: I missed you.
Trish: You missed me? I'm gonna miss you when my father finds out you're here.

Han Sing: What's your name?
Trish: You think I want you calling me?
Han Sing: I don't have a phone.
Trish: Yeah, well dead giveaway. Besides, you drive like shit.

Trish: So Ahkbar, tell me, is it true what they say about Hong Kong?
Han Sing: What's that?
Trish: You know, all you guys do Kung Fu.
Han Sing: Of course. State law.

Great country. Free cars.

Han Sing

[Han Sing starts attacking the gang] The hell what Mac said, somebody kill that son of a bitch!


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