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: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.
: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?
: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? Juliet
: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight? Romeo
: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Juliet
: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!
: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Romeo
: What shall I swear by? Juliet
: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.
: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.
: You kiss by the book.
: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. The Nurse
: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax! Lady Capulet
: Verona's summer hath not such a flower. The Nurse
: Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower... Lady Capulet
] Lady Capulet
: This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read over the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. This precious book of love, this unbound lover to beautify him, only lacks a cover. So shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him making yourself no less. The Nurse
: Nay, bigger. Women grow by men. Lady Capulet
: Speak briefly. Could you like of Paris' love? Juliet
: I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Juliet
: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. Romeo
: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too? Juliet
: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Romeo
: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. Juliet
: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Romeo
: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Romeo
: [They kiss
] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged. Juliet
: Then have my lips the sin that they have took? Romeo
: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. Juliet
: [they kiss again
] You kiss by the book.
: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.
: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet. Romeo
: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Juliet
: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.
: [holding gun up to head
] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!
: Not proud you have, but thankful you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate!
: If they do see thee they will murder thee. Romeo
: I have night's cloak to hide me from their eyes, but thou love me, let them find me here. My life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.
: Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.
: My only love sprung from my only hate.
: O teach me how I should forget to think.
: You kiss by the book.
: Give me my sin again.
: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath, to say to me that thou art out of breath?
: What must be shall be.
: A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
: Now, listen, boyfriend, you have a nice line of chatter but how do I know you care for me in a big way?
: You talk like a pawnbroker.
: You're certainly playing a pretty symphony for my ears. And I've got to admit you're very easy on the eyes, too! I've had plenty of balcony bees buzzing about me, but, you're just about the cookies for me, boyfriend.
: What do you say to a little ride and such? "Modern" Juliet
: Well, the ride part of it sounds interesting, maybe. But, I'm not so sure about that suching!
: Two o'clock. You better ramble. Father will be coming home any minute now and you know that the old man's a bad hombre when he's loaded with scotch. He's liable to shoot you in the garden.
: Oh, Gnomeo, Gnomeo, are we really doomed to never see each other again? Why must you wear a blue hat? Why couldn't it be red like my father, or green like... like a leprechaun... or purple like, ummm, like some weird guy - I mean what's in a gnome? Because you are blue, my father sees red, and because I am red, I am feeling blue. Oh, at any rate that shouldn't be the thing to keep us apart, should it? Gnomeo
: No, no, it shouldn't! I couldn't have said it better myself! Juliet
: Oh, my giddy aunt, did you just hear all that? What are you doing here? Gnomeo
: I don't know! I just wanted to, uh
[Gives a nervous chuckle
: , I just wanted to see you again! Juliet
: Are you crazy? If my dad finds you he'll bury you under the patio! Gnomeo
: 'Finds me', are you joking? 'Stealth' is my middle name!
[Steps on the button which sets off a display of bright lights
: What happened to that very important, life changing orchid? Juliet
: [Walking away
] What orchid?
: He's a Blue! Gnomeo
: She's a Red! Featherstone
: And I'm Pink - who cares!
: You are delicate! Juliet
: [Turns and faces her father
] I'm not delicate!
[kicks her tulip off the pedestal
: [Removes the tulip from her mouth
] She's definitely not delicate!
[Juliet is worried someone may have heard the collapse of the log pile
: It's alright - nobody lives here. Juliet
: Then why are you whispering? Gnomeo
: Why are you whispering? Juliet
: [Spotting something behind Gnomeo
] Wow - look at that!
[Runs towards it
: I guess we're finished with the whispering thing!
: Good night, good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
: Love give me strength.
[she drinks the potion
: That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet
: Yea, noise! Then I'll be brief. Oh, happy dagger, this is thy sheath; there rust and let me die.
: My only love sprung from my only hate. Too early seen unknown, and known too late.
: "For all our life and until death, together shall we be hence forth until the end of eternity." Romeo upheld his vows 'til the very end... Therefore so will I... A world that harbors such love within it should never parish...
: Note: This quote is a direct transcription of the English dub.
[moves to cut hair
: This and all my softness / must needs be hewn from me / henceforth I temper my malleable heart.
: O, Romeo, Romeo.
: [a ditz,upon seeing the grisly suicide of her lover
] Oh my God!... Someone call 4-1-1!
: Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?
[a bird sings
: Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale and not the lark. Romeo
: It was the lark, the herald of the morn. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Juliet
: Yond light is not daylight. I know it, I. Romeo
: Come, death, and welcome. Juliet wills it so. It is not day. Juliet
] It is. It is. Hie hence, be gone, away. It is the lark that sings so out of tune.