A writers fight over a classic plot
I think he's the devil, actually.
But before him, there was Burroughs, that's something to consider, Mama Cholly.
Make way, scribblers, A Midsummer Night's Dream will be my plot.
And Richard the Third, too.
Where are you putting your hands, old smoker?
Yes, I'll rewrite the monologue with the skull of the York jester, too,
Because not all aspects of the theme have been touched on yet.
Rosencrantz and Guilderstern? Go ahead and take them.
I think you'll be capable of rewriting.
His name was Tim Roth, by the way—the coin landed twenty times on the same side.
—that's really strange, isn't it?
His name was Robert Paulson! You only get a name in the community after death. No, Tim Roth, thank God he's alive.
That's the whole point of genuine coincidences in the play of life.
Bottle, what are you doing now,
instead of memorizing the right poems?
Have you taken your place in line for fame?
I barely even remember that play you snatched up.
I can't stand his comedies at all.
I clearly have no sense of humor, and I never joke,
which is what I'm saying here.
Tanks coming?
What tanks? Go to hell with your nonsense.
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google you well got.
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