SCENE III. Friar Laurence's Cell.
Enter FRIAR LAURENCE, with a basket.
FRI. L. In a singsong voice Plants, plants, plants! I love plants!
Enter ROMEO.
ROM. Um, am I interrupting something?
FRI. L. Oh, um, no, sorry. Why are you up so early?
ROM. Hehehehe….
FRI. L. You sinner! So…how was she?
ROM. Who?
FRI. L. Her.
ROM. And she is?
FRI. L. You know, her.
ROM. Rosaline?
FRI. L. DON'T BRAG ABOUT YOUR SINFUL ENDEAVORS HERE! THIS IS A PLACE OF GOD!
ROM. You brought her up.
FRI. L. Oh…right.
ROM. Well, I wasn't with her.
FRI. L. Then where were you?
ROM. Trying to put the moves on Capulet's daughter.
FRI. L. Hmmmm…sounds harmless.
ROM. Yeah, well, there's a little….snag.
FRI. L. Oh, well, you'll have lots of those in the next couple days so I'd get used to them if I were you.
ROM. What?
FRI. L. Nothing. So, what were you saying about a snag?
ROM. I kind of…sort of…told her I'd…marry her….
FRI. L. And you want ME to perform the rite, correct?
ROM. Erm…yeah.
FRI. L. Fine.
ROM. Yay, sex! Exeunt.
