“If I have to do battle with you a thousand times to prove my point, I'll do it.'The queen unwisely asked, 'But to prove what point, my dear Hamlet?''That I loved Ophelia! Fifty thousand brothers, with all the love they can summon, would not equal my love for here. Ophelia, Ophelia.”
“Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think nothing, my lord. Hamlet: That's a fair thought to lie between maids' legs. Ophelia: What is, my lord? Hamlet: Nothing.”
“Is this a prologue or a posy of a ring?Ophelia: Tis brief, my lordHamlet: As woman's love.”
“Said Hamlet to Ophelia,I'll draw a sketch of thee.What kind of pencil shall I use?2B or not 2B?”
“When everything else crumbles to dust, all we have left are the memories. I thought of Ophelia, wandering the theater, mind half gone...Never shall I cut from memory my sweet love's beauty.”
“What's your hurry?"Because now is the only time there ever is to do a thing in," said Miss Ophelia.”