(from below, popping out of a truffula bush) Shall I hear more, or speak I at this tick-tock? Her speech is all snergelly, but my heart goes knock-knock!
(They freeze. A Grinch-like silence. Then laughter.) the seussification of romeo and juliet
’Tis but thy name that is my nennifer-nemesis. A rose by any other word would still smell as smumulous. So Romeo, pluck off thy Montague sticker, And I’ll be thy Zizzer, thy Zower, thy Zicker! (from below, popping out of a truffula bush)