Act 1, Scene 1
GRUNION T: Who's there, fool!
MURDOCK Z: Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself and give me a kiss you big beautiful thing, ye!
GRUNION T: Long live the king! I pity the fool who don't love the king!
MURDOCK Z: Mr. Bernardo T?
GRUNION T: He, fool!
MURDOCK Z: You come most carefully upon your hour.
GRUNION T: Tis now struck twelve; get thee to bed, Francisco Murdock fool!
MURDOCK Z: For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart with much craziness in mine noggin.
GRUNION T: Have you had quiet guard, fool?
MURDOCK Z: Not a mouse stirring, except in my crazy brain that loves to fly planes and helicopters and such.
GRUNION T: Well, good night. If you do meet Horatio and Marcellus, the rivals of my watch, bid those fools make haste, as I pity them most greatly.
GRUNION T and MURDOCK Z: And.......scene!.