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."