Yeah, I know all the world’s a stage, but remind me is this stage right or stage left for my exit?
Look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it. That’s what I always say.
Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou? I’m right behind you Julie.
The Bard of Avon was right, My soul is in the sky!
‘A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!‘ Hey, flying gets tiring, you know.
You may call me a Moorhen but I prefer to be called Othello.
As my pal Hamlet liked to say, “This above all: to thine own self be true.”
As I keep telling my parents, “Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.”