Else you might come up with lines like this:

"Now is the Dinner of our discontent made glorious Supper by this Loin of Pork."

Ah, you're just reading the wrong one. Titus Andronicus is the one to go for in times of hunger.

the merchant of venison
As you like it, medium rare,
Ham let
Julius Caesar salad

*hastily referes to ISIHAC late arrivals at the butchers ball*

and dont lets forget spotted Richard II and III

use only a small piece of ham.

Oh I am fortune's gooseberry fool

From the famous first date play Romeod what Juliet

ok ok it's an old one - it's first thing on a Monday and the only coffee available is decaf! ;)

Lenny! Welcome back!

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

A Plague o' both your Horseraddishes!

O that this too too salad fresh should melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew…

You all realize that Puck is going to kill us, don't you?

"'I am that merry wanderer of the night.'? I am that giggling, dangerous, totally bloody psychotic menace to life-and-limb, more like it."

To eat or not to eat, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler for the waist to suffer the turkey twizzlers and outrageous portions, or take action against a surfeit of food, and by reducing, slim them.

xmorpheus: I love that line. From one of the Sandman novels if you were wondering....

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'We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad." [said the Cat.]
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "Or you wouldn't have come here."
- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures In Wonderland

The course of carrot juice never did run smooth - I need a new kitchen blender.

(why will puck kill us?)

We are such stuff as salad greens are made of.

What's in a name? That which we call a roast
By any other name would taste as sweet.

I'll have these players play something like the luncheon of my father before mine uncle. Then if he do but drool, I'll know my (third or fourth) course. The meal's the thing, wherein I'll catch the appetite of the king!

Welcome, good Robin.
See'st thou this sweet?
The date cake now I do begin to pity:
For, eating it of late behind the trolley,
Seeking sweet favours from this hateful food,
I did upbraid her and fall out with her;
For the waitress from the kitchen then had rounded
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flans;
And that same dew, which sometime on the buds
Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls,
Poured now upon that pretty flans heights
Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail.
When I had at my pleasure tasted it
And the waitress in mild terms begg'd my patience,
I then did ask for a napkin
Which straight she gave me, and to the kitchen sent
To bear to my table a 1787 Chateau d'Yquem.
And now I have the bottle, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of a cork:
And, gently Pluck, take this transformed cork
From off the neck of this fine wine;
That, he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a hangover.
But first I will release the green fairy.
Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou wast wont to see:
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's absinthe
Hath no force or blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen and phone me an ambulance.

Okay, you win the prize.

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