Macbeth: "Thou losest labour:
As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air
With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed:
Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;
I
bear a charmed life, which must not yield,
To one of
woman born"
Macduff: "Despair thy charm;
And let the angel whom thou still hast served
Tell thee, Macduff was from his mother'
s womb
Untimely ripp'd."
Macbeth: "I'm thee little bitch, i am."
Audience: "Macbitch, macbitch, macbitch!"
Tomato,
baseball, ak47 hitting Macbitch: "Squish, smash, I want to get traded from utah."