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"Shakespeare Silliness, Part Deux"
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also titled
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"Romeo and Juliet: Gangstas In Heat"
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by Spanky McDougal, Sir! (now Yancey Slide) and Lobo (Licious)
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----- GwD: The American Dream with a Twist -- of Lime ***** Issue #74 -----
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----- release date: 11-25-99 ***** ISSN 1523-1585 -----
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[Note: hitting "Page Down" twice will skip most of the intro, which is all
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about covering our asses.]
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PREVIOUSLY IN "SHAKESPEARE SILLINESS"...
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"Thus, we leave you until the next exciting installment of Shakespeare
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Silliness, a satire of that most celebrated of plays, _Romeo and Juliet_."
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- Lobo, GwD#24 (gwd24.txt), released May 1994
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-[ FIVE YEAR / 50 ISSUE INTERMISSION ]-
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AND TONIGHT....
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"The following adaptation of Romeo and Juliet was written for a Freshman (H.S)
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English class in 1994. It sat in a zip file on Lobo Licious's drive for five
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years before being rediscovered in August 1999, at which time it was reworked,
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adding more contemporary and colorful language. It is being published despite
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the objections of Yancey Slide (who was known as Spanky McDougal, Sir! when it
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was written).
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It was written before the Baz Luhrmann movie "William Shakespeare's Romeo and
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Juliet" (a "modern" adaptation of the play with the original Shakespearean
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dialog, which starred Leonardo DiPansio and Claire Danes), which was released in
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1997. We had no knowledge of such a movie when we wrote it, and it's not really
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the same thing, anyway. Shit man, we haven't even seen the movie. So don't get
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in a huffy and think we copied the movie, cuz we didn't.
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The original story is intact, but we changed the dialog, because we're so
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fucking cool. It is, of course, intended to be all in fun and isn't meant to
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offend anyone. If it offends you, try not being so sensitive. Shit, we were
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15 when we wrote it. Cut us some fucking slack."
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- Lobo Licious, August 1999
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***** Romeo and Juliet: Gangstas In Heat *****
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-= ACT ONE =-
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+ SCENE 1 +
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<A public square in Verona.>
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(Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, members of the CRIPS, armed with shiny new AK-47's.)
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SAMPSON. Say, Greg, I don't need yo' fuckin' insults. You wan' throw now?
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GREGORY. No, because then everybody'd think we was dumb or somethin'.
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SAMPSON. If dey make us mad, we'll bust a cap in dey ass.
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GREGORY. Yeh.
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SAMPSON (making fun of his friend). I move real fast, ya know.
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GREGORY. Yeah, but you hits like a bitch!
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SAMPSON. Them Bloods is makin' me mad!
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GREGORY. Don't be a pussy this time around.
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SAMPSON. I'll kick all of they asses if I have to!
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GREGORY. Sheeeee-it! You'll run as soon as they pull out their fuckin' blades.
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SAMPSON. I'll bust 'em all up, even the bitches!
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GREGORY. Leave dem outta dis shit; this is a man's fight.
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SAMPSON. Fine. I won't do much to them girlies. (winks and giggles)
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GREGORY. Huh?
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SAMPSON. We gonna bust 'em up real good. Sheeee-it.
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GREGORY. The Bloods are gonna be in pain when we done wit' dem suckas!
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SAMPSON. I still want one-a-dem wimmen.
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GREGORY. Naw, they wouldn't want yo' sorry ass. Ya smell like welfare rations.
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Hah! Hey, look who's comin' into da 'hood. It's a couple of those
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dirty cocksuckin' Bloods. You packin' yer 9 today?
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SAMPSON. Word.
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(Enter ABRAHAM and BALTHASAR, members of the BLOODS)
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SAMPSON. Naw dude, but I got my AK. Today is a good day. I'll cover your ass,
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go start some shit with one of 'em.
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GREGORY. Man, that's hate! You're gonna skip out and let em' roll me! They'll
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flip me. Flip me for real!
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SAMPSON. No way! Don't be a chicken. I's right behind you.
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GREGORY. Sure you are. 'S just like last time, right?
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SAMPSON. Let 'em start it this time, Gregrie-boy.
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GREGORY. How 'bout if I stick out my mu-fuckin' tongue when we pass 'em?
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SAMPSON. No. I'll flip 'em off and see how they like dat shit. Heheheh.
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(SAMPSON flips off the BLOODS)
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ABRAHAM. You ain't flippin' me and my homey off, is ya?
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SAMPSON. Well, I ain't flippin' off da damn light post.
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ABRAHAM. What's up wit' dat, den?
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SAMPSON (Said in an imitation of the friendly neighborhood police officer). Greg
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my man, what do we tell the kind gents?
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GREGORY. Say no, man.
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SAMPSON (to ABRAHAM). Well, then, it ain't at yous guys.
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GREGORY (to ABRAHAM). You wanna throw, then?
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ABRAHAM. No way, I still got scars from last time we busted y'alls asses.
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SAMPSON. Well, if you wan', we can fight over how our crew is bettah than
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yo's.
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ABRAHAM. Sheeeee-it. (laughs) The Bloods'll beat ya'll any day!
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SAMPSON. How 'bout it, then? Quit frontin' and step up.
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GREGORY (to Sampson). Say better, here comes one of the gang leaders.
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SAMPSON. The Bloods're gonna take you down, man. Everyone-a-y'all.
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ABRAHAM. Naw!
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(Enter BENVOLIO, cousin of one of the leaders of the BLOODS).
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SAMPSON. Well, then, it's time ta whup yer ass.
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(The four gangsters draw their switchblades and fight.)
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BENVOLIO. Stop that right now! You ain't down wit' what's really goin' down.
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Dis shit is above your headz.
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(He pulls out his machete, and the knife fight halts.)
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(Enter TYBALT, a hot-headed gangster, and nephew of one of the leaders of the
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CRIPS.)
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TYBALT. (He's a bit angered). What's up wit' dat shit, Benvolio? You want I
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should do the same to you?
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BENVOLIO. All I was tryin' to do was keep da peace. We gots a treaty, ya know.
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TYBALT. Why you got dat machete out if we's at peace? I hate all Bloods, and
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that includes you, you sorry ass muh-fucka.
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(Tybalt draws his machete.)
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You pussy, I's gonna take you down!
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(Enter several members of both gangs who join the fight; then enter a cop and
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some citizens with night sticks and cans of mace.)
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FIRST CITIZEN. Take 'em down quick and take 'em down hard. This city doesn't
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need any stinking Bloods *OR* Crips.
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(Enter CAPULET, Lord of the CRIPS and his wife.)
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CAPULET. Get my sawed-off, I wan' in on dis shit!
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LADY CAPULET (chuckling). Ha! You need a cane instead, old man!
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CAPULET. Give me my sawed-off, else I'll pimp-slap yo' bitch-ass! Damn, woman!
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(Enter MONTAGUE and his wife, Lord and Lady of the BLOODS.)
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MONTAGUE. Fuck you, Capulet! (To his wife) Lemme fight, I could take his ass out
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easy!
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LADY MONTAGUE. No way! I seen what they did to ya last time.
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(Enter ESCALUS, police chief of the city.)
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ESCALUS. Hey guys, none of that. Anymore of this gang war, and I'll have your
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heads, Capulet and Montague. I want to talk to you two separately. And
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everybody else, just get out of my sight. You make me sick.
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(Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO.)
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MONTAGUE. Why do we wanna kick they asses anyway? (To himself) Damn, I hate the
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Man. Why don't I ever have my cop-killuh bullets when I need 'em?
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(To BENVOLIO) Yo, nephew, what gives? Why the rumble today?
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BENVOLIO. Some Crips were over here, and they messed with some of ours right
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before I came by. Tybalt also showed, and so da shit went down, 'til
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the fuckin' Man broke it up.
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LADY MONTAGUE. Where's my son Romeo. Dat boy didn't come home last night.
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BENVOLIO. I saw him out at the dump this morning. He looked kinda dreamy.
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Mebbe he's back on da crack or somethin'.
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MONTAGUE. Yeah, he goes to the dump every morning and den comes home and sleeps
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all day, like a little bitch. I need him for...business...and all he
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evuh does is sleep.
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BENVOLIO. Uncmontague, ya know why he does it?
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MONTAGUE. I don't know, and he sho' ain't tellin' me.
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BENVOLIO. Maybe you made him mad. Nah.
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MONTAGUE. Hey, I tries...but it ain't easy being Pops, ya know? But I can't
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figger out why he be trippin. I'm guessin' he'll tell me when he be
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ready. Else I might have to cap his ass. (chuckles, but sounds
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half-serious)
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(Enter Romeo, still looking rather dreamy.)
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BENVOLIO. There he is! I'll talk to him for yas.
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MONTAGUE. Thanks, Blood. I see great things in yo' future if'n you finds out
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what's up wit' dat son-a-mine.
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(Exeunt MONTAGUE and LADY MONTAGUE.)
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BENVOLIO. 'Sup, cuz?
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ROMEO. Go away and leave me alone. Fuck off, Ben.
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BENVOLIO. Damn! Don't yell at my ass. Say, it's early, still lotsa stuff we
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can do today.
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ROMEO. Shit, I feel funny. Where'd my pops run off to?
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BENVOLIO. He went home. 'Sup witchu?
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ROMEO. I want sumpin' I can't git.
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BENVOLIO. I get it, you's in love! Ah!
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ROMEO. Not 'zactly.
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BENVOLIO. What then?
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ROMEO. I love da bitch, but she don't love me.
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BENVOLIO. Ain't love evil? Oh well, there's always Buckwheat Bertha. That ho
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love EVERYBODY! Heh.
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ROMEO. Nah dude, I ain't down wit' dat skank-ass trick. There's only one that
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I love; da only one I evuh really loved.
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BENVOLIO. Shit man, you's depressin'. I feel sorry for ya, cuz.
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ROMEO. Thanks, bro'. I needs people ta be feelin' sorry for me.
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BENVOLIO. Well, not really sorry for ya, just yer predic'ment.
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ROMEO. Why don't she love me? Why? WHY!?! Ah, I'd best be off to think about
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her s'more.
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BENVOLIO. Hey, none o' dat. I goin' witcha!
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ROMEO. What'm I tinkin'? I ain't me. It's like bein' high, man, it's like
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bein' somewhere else. Ya've smoked da rock, ain't ya? You know what
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I'm sayin'?
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BENVOLIO. So, who do ya love, anyways?
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ROMEO. You want me to tell you? Why da fuck should I?
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BENVOLIO. 'Cuz maybe it'll help yer ass a little.
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ROMEO. Well, she's a woman.
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BENVOLIO (laughing). I hope so!
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ROMEO. She's fuckin' pretty, too. She ain't no skank.
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BENVOLIO. Word.
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ROMEO. She's the most beautiful girl I ever saw. She got stuff from all the
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good sto's, too...Hilfiger out da ass. But she's still a stuck up
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be-atch.
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BENVOLIO. So she don't want you.
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ROMEO. Naw, she don't want me.
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BENVOLIO. Don't think 'bout her, cuz. She ain't worth da trouble.
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ROMEO. How can I stop thinkin' 'bout her? She owns my mind! Rosaline owns my
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mind!
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BENVOLIO. She ain't the only chick around. Find somebody else, man.
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ROMEO. All other bitches'll remind me of her. Shit, love sucks! You cain't do
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nuttin' ta make me forget her.
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BENVOLIO. Let's put some cash money on that, bitch. A Benjamin sound good?
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<A street in Verona>
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(Enter CAPULET, PARIS, and SERVANT.)
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CAPULET (addressing PARIS). I gotta keep the peace, just like Montague. It
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shouldn't be that bigga deal, ya know.
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PARIS. Yeah, but yo daughtah is a lil old to not be married.
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CAPULET. Hmm. But, that's too soon. She ain't even fo'teen yet. Come back in
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two years and she'll be yo wife, sez me.
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(To SERVANT) Yo, servant. You wanna be a Crip? Well, invite these
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homeys to my shindig, and you's in. (He hands him a piece of paper.)
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(Exeunt CAPULET and PARIS.)
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SERVANT. Hey, I cain't read! Maybe I shoulda called "Hooked On Phonics" like
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momma wanted me to.
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(Enter Benvolio and Romeo.)
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BENVOLIO. We gots ta find you anuthuh woman, fast.
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ROMEO. That sho' makes me feel better.
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BENVOLIO. Why should I make you feel better? Just kiddin', you my cuz.
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ROMEO. I don' like yer shit. Yer goin' down for this!
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BENVOLIO. I know you're excited, now calm down.
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ROMEO. Oh, it ain't your fault. I'm just so sad.
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(To SERVANT) Sup?
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SERVANT. 'Sup? Is you literate?
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ROMEO. I cain read, if thaz whatchou mean.
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SERVANT. So, can you read this pape-uh fo' me?
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ROMEO. Sho can.
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SERVANT. Well, show me.
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(He doubts ROMEO's ability to read.)
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ROMEO. Hey, man, I can read.
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(He then reads the names of all who are invited to CAPULET's party that evening,
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and then returns the paper to the SERVANT.)
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Wowie, all of those people. When they gon' be there?
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SERVANT. Sevenish, I tink.
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ROMEO. Why they gon' be there?
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SERVANT. To eat a lot, and mebbe do some...things after dinner.
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ROMEO. Where dis at?
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SERVANT. At da boss's crack house.
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ROMEO. Ah, but who's da boss? What're you claimin'?
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SERVANT. I serve Capulet and the Crips.
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(Exit.)
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BENVOLIO. Hey, let's go to the party. Rosaline'll be there. Lots of other
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bitches, too. Maybe you can find one that's prettier than her.
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ROMEO. How dare you? I love-er, and I always will. Ain't no better lookin'
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girl around!
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BENVOLIO. I betcha find another who makes Rosaline look like the ol' lady down
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da street who only has fo' teef. (The last is said humorously, trying
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to liven ROMEO's spirits.)
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ROMEO. I'll go, but only t'look at Rosaline. 'S stalking il-lee-gal in Verona?
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(Exeunt.)
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+ SCENE 3+
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<A room in Capulet's house.>
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(Enter LADY CAPULET and NURSE.)
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LADY CAPULET. Yo, nurse. Where's my daughtah? She was s'posed ta be heah fo'
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owahs ago.
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NURSE. I don' know. Juliet, get yo' punk-ass out heah, now!
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(Enter JULIET.)
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JULIET. 'Sup?
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NURSE. Yo momma wants you.
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JULIET. Momma? Whatchou want?
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LADY CAPULET. Here goes. Nurse, get out! We gotta secret ta tawk 'bout. No,
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wait! Get yo'sef back here. I need yo hep.
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NURSE. Whoa, I know Juliet's age!
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LADY CAPULET. She ain't fo'teen yet, is she?
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NURSE. No, not yet. How long is it 'til Lammastide?
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LADY CAPULET. A coupla weeks.
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NURSE. On Lammas Eve, she'll be fo'teen.
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(She proceeds to tell a nonsensical story of JULIET falling down when she was
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younger and her own husband making the child laugh.)
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LADY CAPULET. 'Nuff o' dat shit. Be quiet!
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(The Nurse ends her story, only slightly pausing for LADY CAPULET's order.)
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JULIET. Stop it, nurse! I don't need no more o' that shit.
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NURSE. I'm finished, anyways. All I want is to see you married, girlie. I'll
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do anything ta make you happy.
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LADY CAPULET. Thas jus' what I wanted to talk to Juliet about. Bein' married,
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that is. You wanna husband, right girl? Or ya just wanna get
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knocked up like yo' momma did?
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JULIET. Sho, why not. Marriage I mean. Might be fun.
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NURSE. Fun! Marriage is like a party!
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LADY CAPULET. You're pretty old not ta be married, ya know. I wuz married when
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I wuz younger den you. 'Course, I already had three kids. Paris
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wants you to be his wife.
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NURSE. Ooo, he fine girl.
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LADY CAPULET. He sho is! Flowers ain't nuttin' compared t'him.
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(almost whispers) Yo' fathuh ain't nuthin' compared t'him,
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neither, come to think of it.
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NURSE. No, he is a flower.
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LADY CAPULET (To JULIET). Whadda ya say? You want him or no? I think you
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should take this chance. He'll make you a better woman!
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NURSE. Yeah, you'll be a bettah woman!
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LADY CAPULET. Can you love dat man? You hear me child?
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JULIET. I'll try.
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(Enter SERVANT.)
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SERVANT. Yo, lady! The guests is here! You gonna come and git drunk, 'n maybe
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smoke some herb?
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LADY CAPULET. We right behind you.
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(Exit SERVANT.)
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Lieutenant Paris is here, Juliet.
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NURSE. Get to it, Jules!
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(Exeunt.)
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+ SCENE 4 +
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<A neighborhood in Verona near the Crips' headquarters the same evening.>
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(Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, TORCHBEARERS, and five or six others; all but
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MERCUTIO are in masks, as he is actually invited to the party.)
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ROMEO. So, do we crash the party or just act like we coo'?
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BENVOLIO. Let's jus' act like guests. If there're any ladies there, we won't
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get nowheres if we bust up da place.
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ROMEO. Gimme a flashlight. I don't wanna dance, so I'll help you guys.
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MERCUTIO. No, you gotta dance if I gotta.
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ROMEO. Not me. I'm too sad ta dance.
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MERCUTIO. You're too wrapped up in whatchou tink is "love". Hahahah!
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ROMEO. Love has capped me wit' its 9. What can I say?
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MERCUTIO. If you give in to it, you's a weak man.
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ROMEO (sighing). Love is evil. It's like robbin' a jewelry store. Sure, you
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getta lotta pretty things. But, they all have pieces of glass
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on 'em, and they cut you.
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MERCUTIO. If you're really in love and it's mean ta you, you gotta be mean to
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it. Bitch-slap it! 'Sides, yo' pimp hand is still pretty strong.
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You don' need "love" ta get your socks blown.
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BENVOLIO. Open thuh door!
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ROMEO. Gimme a flashlight, dawg! I wanna watch the fun, 'steada purticipatin'.
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MERCUTIO. If you don't dance, we'll roll you!
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ROMEO. You couldn't if you tried!
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MERCUTIO. We're just tryin' to hep you. We take care o' our own, ya know.
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ROMEO. Wearing masks is silly. It's kiddie-shit.
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MERCUTIO. Why?
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ROMEO. Cuz, last night, I had a dream.
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MERCUTIO. Me too.
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ROMEO. Whadjou dream?
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MERCUTIO. That people who have dreams is fuckin' liars.
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ROMEO. Yeah, but yo dreams don' lie to ya.
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MERCUTIO. What about Queen Mab? She the fairy that goes into lovers' brains and
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messes wif 'em. I bet she's at work on yer sorry ass. She also makes
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wimmen have lots o' kids and ---
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ROMEO. None o' that, Mercutio. Shaddup!
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MERCUTIO. Yeah, all I talk about are dreams anyway. They ain't even real.
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They're sorta like the wind. You can feel 'em, but not really see
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'em, come daylight.
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BENVOLIO. Ya know, if you guys woulda shut up sooner, we wouldn'ta missed da
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food!
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ROMEO. I think, maybe we're too early for our own good. I bet I lie dead in the
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guttah befo' tonight is done. Oh well, let's go!
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BENVOLIO. That drummer better get to work! Did he fall asleep? Hit 'im with
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the butt o' yer MAC!
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+ SCENE 5 +
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<A spacious room in Capulet's crack house, Crip Headquarters.>
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(SERVINGMEN/GANGMEMBERS enter with napkins and assorted pills and drug
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paraphernalia.)
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FIRST SERVANT. Where's the dude that does the dishes? These ain't spotless! I
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cain't see my reflection!
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SECOND SERVANT. Dirty plates, oh no!
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FIRST SERVANT. Open up another room!
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SECOND SERVANT. There's that fuckin' dishwasher!
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FISRT SERVANT. Let's get 'im!
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THIRD SERVANT. Let's get to work, Capulet could pop in at any time and kick alla
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our asses!
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(Exeunt.)
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(Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, with JULIET, the NURSE, TYBALT, and other CRIPS,
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talking to their GUESTS.)
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CAPULET. (The conversation dies as he enters it.) Let's dance!
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(ROMEO, BENVOLIO, and MERCUTIO enter the former crack lab.)
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Hey, guys! Wassup?
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(Everybody dances.)
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When was the last time we wore our maskies?
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SECOND CRIP. 'S been awhile.
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CAPULET. Nah, couldn'ta been more'n thirty years!
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SECOND CRIP. Naw, 's longer.
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CAPULET. LIAR! (He strikes the man and draws his blade.) DON'T DEFY ME.
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(ROMEO, looking for ROSALINE, sees JULIET. He jacks a SERVANT up to stop him.)
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ROMEO. Who dat?
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SERVANT. I dunno. Leeme 'lone.
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ROMEO. Gosh, she sho' is pretty!
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TYBALT (who has been standing near ROMEO). Dat's a Blood, if I ever heared one!
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I gon' kill his ass!
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CAPULET (overhearing TYBALT). Whatchoo say, boy?
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TYBALT. He's a Blood, I say!
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CAPULET. It's Romeo.
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TYBALT. Yeah, let me drop him! Punk ass bitch comin' into our crib!
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CAPULET. Leave 'im 'lone. He ain't a major player in the Bloods 'till his
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pops dies.
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TYBALT. I still wanna kill him.
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CAPULET. I said no! (He backhands the younger man.)
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TYBALT (meekly). Okay.
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CAPULET. We'll discuss it later. Everybody havin' fun?
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TYBALT. I'll take Romeo down latuh!
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(Exit.)
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ROMEO (finally reaching JULIET after fighting through the mass of high and drunk
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people). I wanna kiss you bad.
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JULIET. Okay.
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ROMEO. Gimme some sugar, baby.
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JULIET. Don't touch me.
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ROMEO. Here I am...king in my own little way.
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JULIET. What?
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ROMEO. Hail to the king, baby.
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[Yes, the above few lines were stolen from _Army of Darkness_. This was done in
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the original 1994 version, and we left them because we can.]
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(He bends her down in a powerfully long kiss and sticks his tongue down her
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throat. He cops a feel.)
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JULIET. Wow, that was fun.
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ROMEO. Yeah, wanna do it again?
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(They kiss until JULIET breaks away by teasing ROMEO.)
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JULIET. You is one good kissuh.
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NURSE (who has been looking for JULIET). Yo mutha wants to tawk to you.
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(JULIET follows the NURSE.)
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ROMEO. Who's her momma?
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NURSE. Lady Capulet is her momma.
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ROMEO. Is she a Crip? How could I love a Crip?
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BENVOLIO. Let's get da fuck outta here!
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ROMEO. Yeah, let's go. I gotta think!
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CAPULET. Jus' where d'you think you're goin'?
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(MERCUTIO slips some smack to CAPULET, who laughs. ROMEO and BENVOLIO leave.)
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JULIET. Yo, Nurse. Who is dat guy?
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NURSE. It's Jim, our resident axe murderer.
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JULIET. No, stupid, dat udder guy!
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NURSE. He known as Chad the Destroyer.
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JULIET. No, him! (She is becoming impatient.)
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NURSE. I dunno.
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JULIET. Well, find out, else I cap yo' ass, trick!
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NURSE. It's Romeo, a Blood.
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JULIET. No way! How can I love a Blood?
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NURSE. What's dis?
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JULIET. A stupid poem from when I was young.
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(A call off-stage: "Juliet.")
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NURSE. She be right there! Let's go, the guests is all in tha shitter barfing!
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(Exeunt.)
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-= SUMMARY OF ACTS 2-4 =-
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The Mail-Order Friars marry Romeo and Juliet, in a Mail-Order Wedding(tm).
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Tybalt and Mercutio die in a sort of drive-by, though you could also call it a
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gang bang, and Romeo gets blamed. The Man banishes him. Juliet is saddened
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immensely, and sends to Mail-Order Friar Laurence. He sends her a secret blend
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of delicious "herbs and spices" (in actuality, a dose of heroin big enough to
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kill an elephant) that will make her go into a death-like sleep. When she
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awakens, he tells her that he and Romeo will both be there for her. The Crips
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are all saddened, and they have a gang-style funeral for her. The guests at the
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funeral would have been the guests at her wedding with Lieutenant Paris, but her
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apparent death kind of put a damper on that. Anyway, she and Romeo both end up
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O.D.ing on crank, accidentally, and they both die painfully. Somewhere amidst
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all of this, the police chief becomes a prince, the lieutenant becomes a count,
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the Crips become a family called the Capulets, the Bloods become a family called
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the Montagues, the AK-47's become swords, and the 9's become daggers. This is
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all due to the fact that the entire city of Verona goes through a time-warp and
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ends up in the 1400's...
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