'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
All right! This chick is TOAST!
You need an egg first, that’s where you get the chicken from.
Don’t you know that eggs are poison?
How do we know they didn’t plant it there? They know we’re mad on jam. They could poison half the country.
I now do what other people only dream. I make art until someone dies. See? I am the world’s first fully functioning homicidal artist.
They’re dead. All they have are their looks.
Yeah, they’re dead. They’re all messed up.
Pathetic Earthlings, who can save you now?
It’s me. Russell Casse, sir.
Yes, sir!
Sir?
When I told you to call me that, I wanted you to mean it.
Sir, would you dance with me tonight?
After all, I’m not a dancing girl.
Listen to the rhythm. Don’t be scared.
Shall we dance?
On a bright cloud of music shall we fly?
Shall we dance?
Shall we then say "Goodnight and mean “Goodbye”?
Don’t leave without me!
Joanna is a very unhappy woman and it took a lot of courage to walk out this door.
I’m gonna pop this door open like a soda can.