Guil: You lost. Well then—one of the Greeks, perhaps? You’re familiar with the tragedies of antiquity, are you? The great homicidal classics? Matri, patri, fratri, sorrori, uxori, and it goes without saying—

Ros: Saucy—

Guil: —Suicidal—hm? Maidens aspiring to godheads—

Ros: And vice versa—

Guil: Your kind of thing, is it?

Player: Well, no, I can’t say it is, really. We’re more of the blood, love and rhetoric school.

Guil: Well, I’ll leave the choice to you, if there is anything to choose between them.

Player: They’re hardly divisible, sir—well, I can do you blood and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you blood and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can’t do you love and rhetoric without the blood. Blood is compulsory—they’re all blood, you see.

Tom Stoppard — from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (via crematedadolescent)