Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead

00:03:44 Heads.

00:07:16 A bore? /WeII...

00:10:49 Wait a minute.

00:15:40 Tragedy, sir.

00:19:03 We're incIusiveIy pIayers, sir.

00:23:51 your visitation shaII receive such thanks as fits a king's remembrance.

00:27:12 He teIIs me, my dear Gertrude, he hath found the head and source of aII your son's distemper.

00:32:26 Err... /Hesitation! Love... one.

00:36:05 ''Doubt that the sun doth move

00:40:08 Ready?

00:43:14 Your father, whom you Iove, dies, you are his heir, you come back...

00:46:53 What have you, my good friends deserved at the hands of fortune that she spends you to prison hither?

00:50:38 My Iord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts.

00:55:17 Denmark's a prison and he'd rather Iive in a nutsheII.

00:58:48 and never did the CycIops' hammers faII on Mars his armours

01:05:44 We onIy know what we're toId and for aII we know it isn't even true.

01:14:25 Six. /Eight.

01:18:52 Because you'd be heIpIess?

01:27:53 Love!

01:33:37 Do you see yonder cIoud that's aImost in the shape of a cameI?

01:38:15 Try to be more carefuI. /Sorry.

01:41:10 And even if it's true, the King of EngIand won't know what we're taking about.

01:48:56 I'II pretend to be... You pretend to be him and...

01:53:45 that Rosencratz and GuiIdenstern are dead.