- Will: All writers are bitter, Judy, we do ninety per cent of the work, and then the actors get given the best tables in restaurants. It's just not bloomin' fair!
- Greene: Miss Kate, what business brings you here?
- Kate: I am come collecting monies to bring comfort to the needy this Christmas.
- Greene: Ha! Ha! Bah! Are there no prisons? No poorhouses? Let the poor go to them. And if they cannot find a place, let them die and be quick about it, and so relieve the surplus population.
- Kate: How can you be so mean and nasty?
- Greene: It's a gift.
- John: How come little Hamnet was taken, while a wicked old goat like me is allowed to live? 'T ain't fair, makes no sense. I'd have gone in his place a hundred times.
- Kate: [Referring to Robert Greene] Many a time, and oft, have we heard his claims to piety and a Christian conscience, and I am here to tell you that it is all utter... utter... well... if I am to say what his claims to piety are, then in order to spare my maidenly blushes I must needs do as you do, Mr Shakespeare, and resort to linguistical poncentoggling.
- Colin: Oh God. Really, must ye?
- Bottom: This could take a while. I'll get more ale.
- Will: [Clears his throat and stands up] Intrigued am I, Kate. If what you wish to say of Greene's claims to piety be indeed too coarse a thought for a delicate maid to utter, then by all means must you resort to linguistical poncentoggling!
- Kate: Right. In that case, his claims to piety are 'what a bull leaves behind him, hot and steaming in a field, but which be not a deeply satisfied cow'.
- [pause]
- Will: K... kind of feel in this case, th-the linguistical poncentoggling m-might actually feel a bit ruder than the phrase you're trying to toggle your way out of. Y-you mean he's talking bullsh...?
- Kate: Yes!