Sounds from Wyrd Sisters
Sounds from Wyrd Sisters
Contributed by Itz_furrball
Stage Manager: Break a leg!
Granny: Break your own leg...
- Now, how did that...
- HELLO
- Hel... Hello?! I *am* king, you know...
- WAS, YOUR MAJESTY
- That's better... What?
- I SAID WAS... IT'S CALLED THE PAST TENSE... YOU'LL SOON GET USED TO IT
- Who are you, fellow?
- OH, I HAVE MANY NAMES
- Well, which one are you using at present?
- "DEATH" IS AS GOOD AS ANY...
- Death... I see... So, I'm...
- YES
- Ho there, good mother...
Granny: Who you calling "mother"?!
- Just a figure of speech, missis... egh, miss...
Granny: Mistress!
Nanny Ogg: "The hedgehog can neber, the hedgehog can never be buggered at all!"
(Note - to read a full version of the song go to the
Hedgehog page
)
Magrat: Uhh... uh... I am just a humble... uh... oh... I... oh... I mean... l... lawks! I am just a humble wood gatherer... law-lawks!
Magrat: Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! When shall we three meet again? Ah-ha-haaa!..
Granny: Well, I can do next tuesday...
Death tries to convince Duke Felmet he's not dead
Duke: "Fool?"
Fool: "Marry, sir--"
Duke: "I am already extremely married. Advise me, my Fool."
Fool: "I'faith, nuncle--"
Duke: "Nor am I thy nuncle. I feel sure I would have remembered. If you preface your next remark with nuncle, i'faith or marry, it will go hard with you."
Fool: "How would you feel about Prithee?"
Granny: Something comes...
Magrat: Can you tell by the pricking of your thumbs?
Granny: No, by the pricking of my ears!
Granny: a squint's only good if you can get your own eyes to stare up your nostril.
Granny: (clears throat) We conjure and abjure thee by means of this long and terrible wooden spoon.
Magrat: "See how we scatter... rather old washing soda and extremely hard soap flakes in thy honor."
Granny: "Now you, Gytha."
Nanny Ogg: And I invoke and bind thee with the balding scrubbing brush of Art and the washboard of Protection.
Nanny Ogg (singing): Wizard's staff is four foot and a half... ha-ha... and it's got a big knob on the end... Ah-ha-ha...
- COWER NOW, BRIEF MORTALS, FOR I AM... DEATH... 'GAINST WHOM NO... UH...
- 'GAINST WHOM NO...
- lock will hold...
- WHAT?
- lock will hold nor fastened portal...
- LOCK WILL HOLD NOR FASTENED PORTAL...
- bar...
- BAR..
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