Sam: i swear on my life that they won’t humiliate us. We wont take their rubbish

Greg: no, cause them we would be rubbishmen

Sam: i mean if the get us angry we’ll get them

Greg: maybe you should focus on getting yourself or of trouble

Sam: i could beat anyone up when I’m angry

Greg: but it’s hard to get you angry

Sam: one of those dogs from the Montague house would make me angry

Greg: ha, yeah angry enough to run away, you wouldn’t fight

Sam:

Greg: that means your weak, because weaklings get pushed up against the wall

Sam: yeah that’s true, that’s why girls get pushed to the wall, cause there weak. So I’ll push the Montague men into the road street and the Montague women to the wall

Greg: this fight is between our masters and us their men

Sam: It’s all the same. I’ll be a harsh master to them. After I fight the men, I’ll be nice to the women them I’ll cut off their heads.

Greg: the heads of the maids.their maidenheads

Sam: the heads of the maids. Take their maidenheads whatever

Greg: the women you rape are the ones who will have to sense it

Sam: they’ll feel me along as i can stand, everyone knows I’m a nice piece of flesh

Greg: it’s a good thing your not a piece of fish

Sam:i have my knife out. Fight I’ll back you

Greg: how, by running away

Sam: don’t worry

Greg: no I’m worried about you

Sam: let’s not break the law. Let them start

Greg: i will frown when they pass and I’ll let them react in any way.

Sam: in any way. I’ll put my middle finger up su then they’ll take it as an insult.

Abram: hey are you print your middle finger up at us

Sam: I’m putting my middle finger up

Abram: are you putting your middle finger up at us

Sam: (aside to Greg) Is the law on our side if I say yes?

Greg: no

Sam: No, sir, I’m not putting my middle finger at you, but I am putting my middle finger up

Greg: are you tryin to start a fight

Abram: no

Sam: If you want to fight, I’m your man. My employer is as good as yours.

Abram: but he’s not better than mine

Sam: well then

Greg: Say “better.” Here comes one of my employer’s relatives

Sam: (to Abram) Yes, “better,” sir.

Abram: you lie

Sam: Pull out your knifes, if you’re men. Gregory, remember how to slash.

Ben: (pulling out his knife) Break it up, you idiots. Put your knifes away. You don’t know what you’re doing.

Tybalt: What? You’ve pulled out your knife to fight with these worthless servants? Turn around, Benvolio, and look at the man who’s going to kill you.