JULIET
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Alternative meanings aside, this is--in my humble opinion--one of the most goldarn adorable statements of the entire play...
... unless you're Mad, of course.
'Nuff said.
~Mnem
PS. Why have we not been posting like the pencil-adduced thesaurus-sniffing run-on-sentence-abusing hyphenated coffeemeisters like we are (or used to be)? Quite frankly, my dear, we don't have enough bloody time left for FerretGun in between the demands made by school and homework and more homework and preventing mutual friends from committing suicide by bagel and yet more homework and, y'know, the little expendable things on the side like sleep (such a luxury now) and food (om nom nom). We're sorry. It sounds insincere but we are. And what we are is tired sorry and redundant. Uhh... yeah.
LOOK, A PENGUIN. -books it the hell out of there-
