Romeo and Juliet (1996) - Quotes

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Romeo: He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets!
Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

Juliet: And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.

Romeo: He that hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail!

Benvolio: Why, Romeo, art thou mad?
Romeo: Not mad, but bound more than a mad man is. Shut up in prison, kept without my food, whipped and tormented. 

Tybalt: Romeo, thou art a villain.

Tybalt: Romeo, the love I bear thee can afford no better term than this: Thou art a villain.

Juliet: How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath to say to me that thou art out of breath? Is the news good or bad, answer to that.

Juliet: Romeo, what's here? Poison? Drunk all, and left no friendly drop to help me after?

Romeo: Did my heart love 'til now? Forswear its sight. For I never saw true beauty 'til this night. 

Tybalt: Peace? Peace. I hate the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.

Lady Capulet: Romeo slew Tybalt. Romeo must not live!

Romeo: O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Juliet: What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?
Romeo: The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.
Juliet: I gave thee mine before thou didst request it!

Romeo: Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee tonight.

Juliet: O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, who monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Romeo: What shall I swear by?
Juliet: Do not swear at all. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee.

Anchorwoman: A glooming peace this morning with it brings. The sun for sorrow will not show his head. Go hence and have more talk of these sad things. Some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.

Juliet: What sayest thou? Hast though not a word of joy? Some comfort, Nurse.

Romeo: I am Fortune's fool!

Lady Capulet: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.
The Nurse: A man, young lady! Lady, such a man as all the world. Why, he's a man of wax!
Lady Capulet: Verona's summer hath not such a flower.
The Nurse: Nay, he's a flower. In faith, a very flower...
Lady Capulet: [yelling] Nurse!
[to Juilet]
Lady Capulet: This night you shall behold him at our feast. Read over the volume of young Paris' face and find delight writ there with beauty's pen. This precious book of love, this unbound lover to beautify him, only lacks a cover. So shall you share all that he doth possess, by having him making yourself no less.
The Nurse: Nay, bigger. Women grow by men.
Lady Capulet: Speak briefly. Could you like of Paris' love?
Juliet: I'll look to like, if looking liking move. But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly.

Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this. My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?
Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
Romeo: Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.
Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take.
Romeo: [They kiss] Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.
Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
Romeo: Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again.
Juliet: [they kiss again] You kiss by the book.

Father Laurence: Two households, both alike in dignity, in fair Verona, where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.

Sampson: [to Gregory] I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
[bites thumb]
Gregory: [Abra revs car and moves closer] Go forth! I will back thee!
Abra: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
Sampson: I... I do bite my thumb, sir.
Abra: Do you bite your thumb at *us*, sir?
Sampson: [to Gregory] Is the law on our side if I say aye?
Gregory: NO!
Sampson: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir!
Gregory: Do you quarrel, sir?
Abra: Quarrel, sir? No, sir!

Captain Prince: Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word by thee, old Capulet, and Montague, have thrice distrubed the quiet of our streets. If ever you disturb our streets again, your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.

Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Abra: Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

Benvolio: Part, fools! Put up your swords. You know not what you do!

Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me that I must love a loathed enemy.

Anchorwoman: Two households, both alike in dignity. In Fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes, a pair of star-crossed lovers take their life.

Juliet: Goodnight, goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name, or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Romeo: Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet: 'Tis but thy name that is my enemy, thou art thyself though not a Montague. What is Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. Oh, what's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet; so Romeo would, were he not Romeo called, retain that dear perfection to which he owes without that title. Romeo, doff thy name! And for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself.

Romeo: But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

Romeo: Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!

Romeo: Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.

[to Benvolio and Tybalt, who are fighting]
Captain Prince: Rebellious subjects! Enemies to peace! Throw your mistempered weapons to the ground!

Captain Prince: All are punished!

Juliet: [holding gun up to head] Be not so long to speak; I long to die!

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: And what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

Tybalt: Turn thee, Benvolio, and look upon thy death.

Sampson: I will bite my thumb at them, which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.

Romeo: Tempt not a desperate man!

Romeo: I defy you, stars!

Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

Romeo: The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law. 

Romeo: Be satisfied!

Tybalt: What would you have with me?
Mercutio: Good King of Cats, only one of your nine lives!

Romeo: [to Tybalt] Either thou, or I, or both must go with him!

Benvolio: Soft, I will go along and if you leave me so you do me wrong.

Gregory: A dog of the house of Capulet moves me!

Sampson: [singing] A pretty piece of flesh I am!

Benvolio: [sees Romeo coming towards him and Mercutio] Rome-O!

Captain Prince: [after Romeo kills Tybalt] Romeo is banished!

Romeo: Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty.

Juliet: Not proud you have, but thankful you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate!
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