[Enter JOSHUA QUINCE and LIAM O’BRIEN]
QUINCE
Hail, masters! I crave thine able readiness
To be dealt with roughly, as the Sodomites.
For men of sport have noted that our play
In semifinal hour draws on apace.
By Jove! I’ll wager well, Liam and me,
To thrash thee soundly at the fair tourney.
THE KNAVE
Yea, well, that be, forsooth, thy opinion, sir.
QUINCE
Well; but be forewarn’d. It reach’d mine ears
That combustible Walter, o’ercome with rage
Did shed good sense, and raise his sword in play.
I fear not such jade’s tricks, an seeing ill,
Would snatch the burden from the jealous knight
And pierce his gizzard with the wrongful steel,
Points up, as said of Coriolanus.
THE KNAVE
Zounds!
QUINCE
Thou speakest rightly, sir. No man misdeals with Joshua Quince, by Jesu.
[Exeunt QUINCE and O’BRIEN]
WALTER
Nay, fear him not, nor his unworthy joys.
Recall the tragic tale of the pageboys.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
*snerk*
The Big Lebowski, as told by William Shakespeare.
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Now do you all see why I married her and why we make the perfect couple?
bulep - How you describe your lips after having your tongue stuck to a flagpole in winter for a few hours. Pronounced boo lehp. Transaltion: Blue Lips.
See, you beat me to it by less than 24 hours. I'm sure there's some sort of thesis in there about degrees of separation and viral cultural phenomena, but I'm not sure what it is. Nevertheless...
"Let me not to the marriage of false impressions deny impediments. I am not Master
Lebowski; thou art Master Lebowski. I am the Knave, called the Knave. Or His
Knaveness, or mayhap Knaver, or mayhap El Knaverino, in the manner of the Spaniard,
if brevity be not in thy soul nor wit. A Knave by any other name would abide just as well."
Classic
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