Sonnet 44 (Tough Love)

[Orsino]

I know what you're thinking: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Well, to tell thee the truth, thou art more lovely and more temperate,
And with all these rough winds, I've kinda lost track of summer's lease myself.
But being as this is the eye of heaven, and often is his gold complexion dimm'd clean off,
Thou've got to ask thyself one question: "Does this give life to thee?"
Well, does it, punk?

[Dr. Strange]

1. A Wish for Death

Sam Kreutzer: Thou knowest that the decent people shall have to work here and yet live somewhere else.
Paul Kersey: When thou sayest "decent people," mean you the people who can afford to live somewhere else, aye?
Sam Kreutzer: Forsooth! Upon our Saviour, thou art such a bleeding-heart liberal, Paul.
Paul Kersey: Aye. My heart bleeds; bleeds a little for those without privilege, yes.
Sam Kreutzer: Verily, those without privilege art taking the privilege of beating our goddamned brains out. Knowest thou what I say? Stick them in concentration camps, that's what I say.



Edited, for the adding of the Charles Bronson pic. And to say, nice writing, Orsino. :thumbsup: