Martin arrives, dressed in the costume Romeo wore in the 1968 film, Romeo & Juliet.
Casting Director: Wow. Nice costume.
Martin: Forsooth, these simple garments for which you surmise have no mood or color to them. They are neither cheerful, nor melancholy as thus doth proclaim.
Roger: What did he say?
Casting Director: I think what we have here is a method actor. He stays in character all of the time, and thinks that the play is real life.
Martin: Alas! A man of the stage I cannot claim to be. Character one may find in these meek, and feeble bones, but-
Casting Director: I don't care. Look, if you want to be in this play, you need to read either a monologue, or a scene. Do you have either prepared?
Martin: *Annoyed* I must protest once more, for thou speech, and manor of dress is most vexing, and as such, mine ear do find ye most intolerable.
Casting Director: Fine. Would thou kind squire, readest thus scene, or, long winded passage so that thou can be in thus play?
Martin: But I have told you anon, an actor I am not. I am Romeo of the house of Montague. A man of many talents, but a performer of the stage, I am not.
Casting Director: This isn't helping. Either do a monologue, or a scene, or you will not be cast. Okay?
Martin: *Turns around to think, then turns around again to face the C.D, and Roger* Very well. Mine hand is played. I shall read your words. Perhaps with a partner. I fear alone, I may stray from lofty expectations.
Casting Director: A scene then. Great. You'll be reading with Roger. He'll be your Juliet.
Roger: *Walks towards Martin*
Martin: *Drops to his knees, grabbing Juliet's hand* This before my eyes is Juliet?! *Stands up*
Roger: Uh, what's going on here?!
Martin: Sweet Juliet! What have thou done to thee? Thou hair is short, and coarse. Thine face is rough, and weathered. Thine smell is of feet, and horse.
Roger: I don't smell like a horse!!
Martin: *Points at him* And thou speakest like a harlot of Devonshire!
Casting Director: *Gets between them* Okay! *Looks at Martin* I'm glad you're so committed to this, but it's definitely not helping you get the part.
Martin: *Takes one step backwards* This is a fallacy. Thine has taken my beloved Juliet, and turned her thrice into a beast. A wretched, odorous, fiend.
Roger: Stop making fun of the way I smell!!
Martin: A pox has been cast on thine house. *To Roger* Farewell my love. I shall find you again when thou have cleaned thyself of putrid smells. *Walks away*
Roger: I put on deodorant.
Casting Director: You smell fine.
Martin: *Opens the door, turning around to face them* A POX!! *Slams the door closed*
Roger: What a jerk.
2 B Continued
Casting Director: Wow. Nice costume.
Martin: Forsooth, these simple garments for which you surmise have no mood or color to them. They are neither cheerful, nor melancholy as thus doth proclaim.
Roger: What did he say?
Casting Director: I think what we have here is a method actor. He stays in character all of the time, and thinks that the play is real life.
Martin: Alas! A man of the stage I cannot claim to be. Character one may find in these meek, and feeble bones, but-
Casting Director: I don't care. Look, if you want to be in this play, you need to read either a monologue, or a scene. Do you have either prepared?
Martin: *Annoyed* I must protest once more, for thou speech, and manor of dress is most vexing, and as such, mine ear do find ye most intolerable.
Casting Director: Fine. Would thou kind squire, readest thus scene, or, long winded passage so that thou can be in thus play?
Martin: But I have told you anon, an actor I am not. I am Romeo of the house of Montague. A man of many talents, but a performer of the stage, I am not.
Casting Director: This isn't helping. Either do a monologue, or a scene, or you will not be cast. Okay?
Martin: *Turns around to think, then turns around again to face the C.D, and Roger* Very well. Mine hand is played. I shall read your words. Perhaps with a partner. I fear alone, I may stray from lofty expectations.
Casting Director: A scene then. Great. You'll be reading with Roger. He'll be your Juliet.
Roger: *Walks towards Martin*
Martin: *Drops to his knees, grabbing Juliet's hand* This before my eyes is Juliet?! *Stands up*
Roger: Uh, what's going on here?!
Martin: Sweet Juliet! What have thou done to thee? Thou hair is short, and coarse. Thine face is rough, and weathered. Thine smell is of feet, and horse.
Roger: I don't smell like a horse!!
Martin: *Points at him* And thou speakest like a harlot of Devonshire!
Casting Director: *Gets between them* Okay! *Looks at Martin* I'm glad you're so committed to this, but it's definitely not helping you get the part.
Martin: *Takes one step backwards* This is a fallacy. Thine has taken my beloved Juliet, and turned her thrice into a beast. A wretched, odorous, fiend.
Roger: Stop making fun of the way I smell!!
Martin: A pox has been cast on thine house. *To Roger* Farewell my love. I shall find you again when thou have cleaned thyself of putrid smells. *Walks away*
Roger: I put on deodorant.
Casting Director: You smell fine.
Martin: *Opens the door, turning around to face them* A POX!! *Slams the door closed*
Roger: What a jerk.
2 B Continued
1:sweet
2:caring
3:helpful
4:funny
5:hot!!
6:loving
7:impatient
8:impulsive
9:his smile
10:his voice
11:he's charming
12:super fast
13:hates water
14:risks his life for others
15:friendly
16:stands up for himself
17:over confident
18:his voice
19:he sings and plays guitar (sonic underground)
20:has a bro and sis
21:music lover
22:curious
23:gets into trouble
24:shy
25:makes me blush
26:makes me smile
27:family guy
28:determined
29:sees stuff through
30:cool
there are a lot of things y i like SONIC! so there r the 30 reasons y i luv sonic. please comment me article. i would luv dat if u did. i hope u enjoyed.