Reputation Stain'd

Will I see you later?
Yeah, I think so
Try again
Yes, you’ll see me later
Okay, I won’t ask when
(spoken)
But I’m free tonight, just so you know
Where were you last night?
I waited up
I crashed at Ivy’s
Oh really?
Okay, people, let’s get amateur hour started.
Peter, you have been staring at me all day. Now, I love you to pieces, honey,
but I’m off the market. Places for the fight scene.
Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford
No better term than this, thou art a villain
Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee
Doth much excuse the appertaining rage to such a greeting
Villain I am none, farewell
I see thou knowst me not
Calm, dishonorable, vile submission
Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up
Ivy, run the next scene. Oh, and Nadia, in answer to your question,
at no point does the nurse slap Juliet
Alack the day Courage, man
He’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead The hurt can not be much
Can heaven be so envious? Why the devil came you between us?
Hath Romeo slain himself? I was slain under your arm
Shame come to Romeo!
Blistered be thy tongue for such a wish. He was not born to shame.
I thought for all the best
Oh what a beast was I to chide at him
I just really think there’s a slap there.
Alive in triumph, and Mercutio slain
[Jason and Matt begin their fight. The choreographed first
Sequence is soon abandoned as the fight turns real.]
Faggot
What’d you call me?
Hey you two! Where do you think you are? Public school? Everybody out.
What was that about?
I don’t know.
Well, listen, I had the craziest dream, or vision last night. I saw the virgin
Mary and she was black, and she had these, these angels who were like backup
singers. And anyway, she told me I need to tell my mother about us,
so what are you doing for spring break?
Right. Let’s go. We’re gonna be late for class.
Jason, stop, listen to me.
What? You’re kidding, right?
No. I need to tell her. I need her to know. And I need you there when I do it.
Yeah, let-- let’s tell your mother, so then she can call my mother who will
immediately tell my dad, and the two of them can rush down here to conference
with Father. Then, maybe, I can ask Notre Dame for a leave of absence while I
deal with a sexual identity crisis, or maybe, maybe my dad will just beat the
shit out of me and then disown me. Smart money says that’s his first move.
Sure, yeah, let’s tell her, when do we leave?
Jason, I can’t deal with this anymore. I mean, you’re all I have,
don’t you get that? And, I have to talk about it. I almost told the priest in
confession the other day.
You what? Are you out of your mind?
Jason, maybe this doesn’t have to be such an issue. Look, in three months,
we’ll be out of here where it won’t be a problem
No, Peter, this is always gonna be a problem.
What are you saying?
This… us…whatever…it needs to stop.