— O, bosom, black as death! Help, angels! All may yet be well. Now he's praying, and now I'll do it. And so he goes to heaven.
— Don't talk. Just do it.
— Hey, Claudius. You killed my father. Big mistake.
— Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, and Hamlet is taking out the trash.
— Stay thy hand, fair prince.
— Who said I'm fair?
— No one's going to tell this sweet prince, "Good night."
— To be or not to be.
— Not to be.
