ITT, we speak Shakespearian...if that's a word.

[Samus Aran]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY 

BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.

DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? 

I do bite thy thumb at the!

I thought it was "I do bite my thumb sir but I do not bite my thumb at thee" or something like that. y;

A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!

[ncba93ivyase]

YARR

[V]

YARR

THAT'S PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN. slowpoke;

[V]

If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.

[demonprince]

To be, or not to be: that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.

THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME

We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.

GET THEE TO A NUNNERY 

BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.

DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? 

I do bite thy thumb at the!

I thought it was "I do bite my thumb sir but I do not bite my thumb at thee" or something like that. y;

A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!

I don't have a house. Only a cardboard box. 

[Samus Aran]

Tickle us, do we not laugh? Prick us, do we not bleed? Poison us, do we not die? Wrong us, shall we not revenge?

That's from The Merchant of Venice. I saw a performance of it at the Guthrie Theatre in St. Paul, MN recently.

[SBKT]

Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries!


No wait, that was french.

[V]

Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries!

Shuteth thy fuck upeth.

[Riosan]

Shuteth thy http://starcraft2.com/ upeth.

Smartest post this thread has had yet.