Romeo: But wait! What is that creaking sound? T'is the garden's shed opening and Juliet is the lawn mower within. Start, fair mower, and cut the longish grass, that is too long compared to the neighbor's that is short, lush and green because they are retired and actually have time to do petty things like that and… (mutters off complaining about lawn care.) Your hair is like the motor oil inside the mower, dark, greasy, and sticks to you when you touch it. This is the lady I love! If only she knew how fair she where. Her eyes, like rotten grapes, dark and full of hypnotic colors, but this is what wine is of. Look at her as she leans out her window at that awkward position to see me with those wonderful eyes.

Juliet: Oh dear!

Romeo: She speaks! Oh the sound of her voice, the sound of a cricket's song. Beautiful at first and gets annoying after around 5 minuets. Speak again, lovely, to confirm that I'm not hallucinating from the rotten sandwich I ate earlier today.

Juliet: How on Earth did you find me here? Are you stalking me?

Romeo: I found you by our love, the bond of our souls. That and I asked a servant where you where. I stalk you not.

Juliet: If they find you here they will do horrible torture to you.

Romeo: And what would that be, my lady?

Juliet: They will chain you to the wall and force-feed you nothing but sauerkraut until you are 21 and a half years old.

Romeo: O' what a horrid punishment, but I shaln't get caught now shall I?

Juliet: And how will you manage that my fine Romeo?

Romeo: I have the cloak of night upon my shoulders. They cannot see me.

Juliet: (Sighs) Oh, my sweet, why must you be named Romeo? It wouldn't matter what you are called, you would still be just as sweet and charming by a different name. If you where called by another name we woul- your choice of exclamation here and your choice of scream goes here (falls out of window to land on top of Romeo) Romeo, my love, have I hurt you?

Romeo: I am hurt not for it was my true love, one who only weighs 85 pounds.

Juliet: Romeo, I just met you, and I know marriages like this never last, but I want to marry you despite statistics. Lets send all the people who gather statistics to he—

Romeo: Juliet, love, calm down. We shall marry tomorrow. I swear it by every meal that goes down thy throat.

Juliet: Oh, my sweet, don't swear it by my meals, for when they go down my throat they come back up within half a hour.

Romeo: So what an I to swear by?

Juliet: If you love me, swear by nothing, for if you lie to me you shaln't be disgracing anything. I hear a call from within, I must go. If you want to marry me, send word of the time of the wedding, and where it shall be.

Romeo: At what O'clock should I send word tomorrow?

Juliet: At nine.

Romeo: Oh this all seems like a dream. Good night, love!

Juliet: How could this be a "Good night?" when I am left so unsatisfied?

Romeo: Oh-so true. Tomorrow love, tomorrow.

(Both exit)