| Laertes: | Lay her i' the earth: |
| And from her fair and unpolluted flesh | |
| May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, | |
| A ministering angel shall my sister be, | |
| When thou liest howling. | |
| Hamlet: | IF DAT BITCH CAYNT SWIM DEN SHE BOUND TO DRIZZOWN |
| Horatio: | |
| Horatio: | |
| Horatio: | |
| Horatio: | Mayn wat da fu- |
| Hamlet: | DEEEZ NUUUTS |