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Thank you.
Ah, good morrow, cousin.
Capulet car.
Can't think of a dealership with many quality cars that lose their value the
minute they're purchased.
That villain Capulet.
Romeo?
Ben, how could she do it?
Who?
After all I've done for her?
After how much I cared for her?
And the time and the love and the dedication and...
I gave her my life and everything in it.
And suddenly she's gone.
No warning?
Nothing? I should have seen this coming.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast.
You know what we have to do?
We have to go out so you can forget about Rosalind.
I can't forget about her.
I love her.
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still.
should, without eyes, see pathways to his will.
I'm not asking you to forget about her forever.
Just for the night.
What is there even to do?
There aren't exactly a lot of options in this city.
Well, there's the piazza.
He's got this new band playing tonight.
Lady Macbeth's final act.
No thanks.
Too emo.
I thought you might say that.
That's why I propose another solution.
The Capulet Car Company cordially invites you, the employees, to the 416th
annual masquerade.
And they invited you.
I'm on to you.
Well, not exactly.
Remember that baby blue station wagon I had here last week?
Yeah?
It belonged to this guy named Peter.
He couldn't figure out how to connect his phone to the car, so I pushed the
button for him, and in appreciation, he gave me the invite.
Well, it doesn't matter. I can't go.
My family would disown me if I even stepped foot on the property of a
Never mind drinking their drink or cutting their rug.
The war between our two families is just too intense right now.
Well, I thought it might be worth the risk.
To examine other beauties.
I'll go along.
No such sight to be shown.
Rejoice in a splendor of mine own.
Good.
Let's get us some costumes and find you some happiness.
What's wrong, Juliet?
Why so quiet?
I'm sorry, Polly.
I just really don't want to go tonight.
What are you talking about?
You love these parties.
And you should be honored that so many people celebrate your family name.
It is an honor that I dream not of.
It's been arranged by my family that this Capulet is to meet a boy named
at the party tonight.
Paris?
Son of the... A hotel chain mogul?
Yes.
Their son.
My family can't see past his trust fund. And trust me at age 18 to make my own
decisions.
And why don't you tell your parents this?
Because they're my parents.
And I want them to keep me in the family.
So, what did you tell them?
I'll look to like of looking like you move, but no more deep will I indart
eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
I don't know what to tell you, but I think at some point your gaze will find
exactly who you're looking for.
I think the only time I've ever been sure of love is with you.
Are a flower.
In faith.
A very flower.
Are you sure this is what you want?
Not forever, but it would be nice to feel someone's touch that I know will
always be there.
Of course I will.
Bye.
Thank you.
Not at all.
If anything, I'm more confused.
But I think I'll be okay for now.
Well, Juliet, the county stays.
Go, girl.
Seek happy nights, happy days.
Thank you.
Can't believe we got in.
Just in time to find you some fun.
And some fun just might be what I need to forget.
Well, well, well.
What have we here?
A couple of party crashers?
This, by his voice, should be a Montague.
We're not here to cause any trouble. Trouble or not.
There's some people that would be very interested in knowing that you two were
lurking about.
Listen, Tyler, just leave us alone.
There's no reason to cause a scene.
Who's causing a scene?
Listen, out of respect for Uncle Capulet, I'm not going to bring this up.
But I shall not forget this trespass.
It fits that such a villain be a guest.
And Romeo, I heard about your breakup with Rosalind.
And I'm sorry.
I really am. I'm sorry.
For you, not her. I think she was always flumming it with you to begin with.
I'm just glad she's back on the market.
What? Did you believe him?
What an arrogant asshole.
You have so much to breathe on, Rothland, I... Let them measure us by
will. We'll measure them a measure and be gone.
Hi.
Hi.
How's it going?
It's going good.
I feel a little dumb in this mask.
You don't look dumb.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
You do, too.
Oh, not beautiful.
Not dumb. Oh, my God.
I know you.
Do I know you?
Not yet.
Oh, but I will.
I hope so.
I hope so, too.
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand.
Smooth a rough touch with a tender kiss.
For saints of hands, that pilgrim's hands do touch.
And palm to palm, holy palmers kiss.
Then dear saint, let lips do what hands do.
Okay.
Okay?
Okay.
What is this? What is this?
Um, looks like kissing.
Yep, that's definitely kissing.
Polly. This is my best friend, Polly. Polly, this is... I don't even know your
name.
Don't worry about introductions.
I know who he is.
He's Romeo.
Romeo.
Romeo Montague.
Romeo Montague?
Is this true?
My only love sprung from my only hate.
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself because it's the enemy to thee.
But what difference does my name make?
My name is Juliet.
Juliet Capulet.
Dear account, my life is my foe's death.
You cannot let this happen. I know that you're very confused right now. No, I'd
only be confused if you didn't let this happen.
What?
Romeo and Juliet.
You two?
Together? Yes.
It's what I've been looking for.
I'm sure with a name that can't be spoken in my own home, but it's a name I
cannot wait to see again.
And it is also a name in which you just learned moments ago.
Try to think this through rationally.
This one is more rational.
Fine.
What do you need of me?
Just don't say anything like this to anybody.
To breathe such vows as lovers used to swear.
And she is much in love.
Her means much less.
To meet her new beloved anywhere.
But passion lends them power.
Time means.
To meet.
Tempering extremities.
The extreme sweet.
Sybil?
Rosalyn?
What are you doing here?
Oh, I was just in the neighborhood.
And I saw Romeo today.
Oh, you did?
How was he?
I'd say he was about five minutes or so away from getting inside my cousin
Juliet's costume.
How?
He crept into my uncle's party and...
It's pretty clear he was looking to meet your replacement.
Well, I guess you got over me pretty fast, huh?
Not as quick as you got over him.
Let's face it, Rosalind.
You were over him while you were still with him.
In fact, I heard that you made up some excuse about keeping your chastity just
so you'd get rid of him.
Well, I...
You always miss the water once your well runs dry.
But I can fill your well and your heart much better than Romeo ever could.
How about... How about we show him?
Mmm.
Oh.
Thank you.
Hmm.
Oh, God.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Oh, yeah.
Okay.
What thought?
What light through yonder window break?
It is the east, and Julianne is the sun.
Romeo, Romeo.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
I'm right down here.
Oh, get up here.
What man art thou that doth be screened at night, so stumblest upon my counsel?
Art thou not Romeo, animatic you?
Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike.
I don't care about your name.
I only care about your kiss.
All that I've done since I've touched your lips is think of your touch.
Well, then let's touch and never let go.
Good morning.
It is not yet near day.
It was the nightingale, not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine
ear.
Never stay yet.
Thou needst not to be gone.
I am content.
So thou wilt have it so.
I... You what?
I'm afraid to say what it is that I feel.
Just say it.
Whatever it is, I'll understand.
I don't think you could understand. I mean, I hardly understand it myself.
Well, just say it and I'll help you figure it out.
Romeo, I barely know you.
And I have barely any reason in the world not to love you.
And I'm afraid that this might scare you off, so...
If you feel that my use of the word love too soon is too much too soon, then I
understand if you need to leave.
Then I should go.
So I can hurry home from work.
So I can be with you.
Really?
Truly?
Plainly no. My heart's true love is set on the fair daughter.
of Rich Capulet.
Juliet the one, huh?
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven.
Having some business?
Do entreat her eyes?
to twinkle in their spears until they return.
Hey, what are you doing here?
I know what's going on between Romeo and Juliet.
So what I'm doing is protecting my family's reputation.
Ty, this is a mistake.
Oh, one of us has made a mistake.
It's not me.
Look, Juliet... Juliet is a name that should never again leave your lips, and
the next time it does, I've got to pull it with your name.
all over it coming out of this barrel.
I know that our family has been at war for years and years and years, but this
can stop.
For the sake of me, of you, of Juliet.
He's dead.
No.
Romeo, be gone.
The citizens are up, and Tybalt is slain.
I never meant - It doesn't matter what you meant.
All that matters is you stop staring and you start running.
Or I'll be the one standing over your dead body next.
Now get rid of the gun and get out of here.
Hence, be gone!
Fortunate fool.
Tybalt. Oh, my cousin.
Oh, my brother's child.
Yes. No.
You say that my daughter is in love with that murderous Montague.
Oh, Tybalt. Tybalt.
The best friend I had.
Oh, courteous... Tybalt, honest gentleman, that ever I should live to
dead.
I will not allow this blasphemy under my roof.
My daughter will not end up with a Montague.
And she will marry Paris immediately.
And Romeo will feel his heart break as I have just felt mine.
Agreed.
These times of woe afford no time to woo.
Madam.
I'm going to use hands to dip this blood.
My mind is clear of any decent thoughts.
My Romeo is my cousin's murderer.
As if that name, shot from the deadly level of a gun, did murder her.
As that name's cursed hand murdered her kinsman.
So you don't deny it?
No, I don't deny the murder.
But I do deny any murderous intention.
You killed him and so you killed us. Please don't say that. Then what should
say?
Say that you believe me when I swear to you that Tibble drew his gun and in a
struggle, bang, he went down.
That's exactly what happened.
I fought to hurt you.
I only fought to see you again.
If that thy bent love be honorable, thy purpose marriage.
You still love me?
Yes.
And I want to love you forever.
I'll think of something, and then we'll leave this place behind.
We'll start a whole new life together where our names are a thing of the past.
I'll go pack up and get my car.
Meet me outside the garage.
Farewell, farewell.
One last kiss before I descend.
Hold me.
I can't stop thinking about his death.
I can't stop thinking about her life.
We must not think about things that torture us.
We must only think of each other.
You have only thought that it's in my heart.
All right.
Fuck.
Oh,
that's good.
Oh, my God.
Oh,
yes.
um um
Oh, that's nice.
Oh, that's nice.
Yes. Yes.
Yes.
I love you.
Yes.
Ugh.
My Romeo, I have considered all of our options, but every option ends in
tragedy.
Every option except for one.
In order to be together, we're going to have to disappear.
In order for that to happen, I'm going to fake my own death so that family,
friends, and foes learn to live their lives without me.
I will put my car in neutral and let my car roll off of Verona Canyon, leaving
everyone to assume I drove off to my death.
And so...
we will be able to live our lives with a fresh start for both of us.
I will see you before news travels.
However, in case gossip travels faster than I do, please wait for me.
I love you, Julia.
I have great news, Ben.
Juliet and I are going to elope. We're leaving tonight.
Then we can be together forever.
What's wrong?
More news of Tybalt's death?
No, it's not that.
Then what is it? What's wrong?
Juliet.
Juliet.
What? They found her car.
She drove it off the side of Verona Canyon.
And her immortal part with angels lives.
Is it so?
Yes, it is.
Time to fight, you stars!
Please, Romeo.
Please.
Leave me be.
All right.
But if you need anything.
Oh, Julia.
I will lie with thee tonight.
See for me.
Oh, Mr.
Stuart Swift.
To enter the thoughts of desperate men.
Where's my Romeo?
Romeo!
Romeo, wake up. Wake up.
Let me try.
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