:34:03
Quiet! Quiet!
:34:05
Shut up!
Look, Yorick.
:34:07
Can't you give us
nothing but them poems?
:34:10
I have a very large
repertoire, sir.
:34:12
Great. All right, Yorick.
Go ahead. Shoot.
:34:32
Minstrel, pray help me.
:34:38
Wait.
I wanna hear this.
:34:42
Thank you.
:34:49
To be, or not to be:
:34:53
that is the question.
:34:55
Whether 'tis nobler
in the mind...
:34:57
to suffer the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune...
:35:01
or to take arms
against a sea of troubles...
:35:04
and by opposing end them?
:35:08
To die, to sleep,
no more.
:35:13
And by a sleep,
to say we end the he artaches...
:35:17
and the thousand natural shocks
that flesh is heir to...
:35:21
'tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd.
:35:26
To die, to sleep.
:35:29
To sleep,
per chance to dream.
:35:34
Ay, there's the rub...
:35:37
for in that sleep of death,
what dreams may come...
:35:41
when we have shuffled off
this mortal coil--
:35:43
That's enough!
That's enough!
:35:49
You don't know nothin'
but them poems.
:35:51
You can't sing.
Maybe you can dance.
:35:55
Leave Him alone.
:35:59
Please go on,
Mr. Thorndyke.