Went to the St. Mary's University College production of Twelfth Night on Friday. It was great, but the best part about it was the following monologue, provided by the deaf (and homophobic) old gentleman seated right behind us--clearly not a big Shakespeare afficionado:
Who’s that in the hat? That’s the hero? NO IT’S NOT, that’s a girl dressed up like a man. There is NO WAY ON EARTH that that is a man, Shirley.
Why is that little runty guy dressed up exactly like the other guy? Well, the guy that’s really a GIRL. Who are they trying to kid? Big run on boy actors at St. Mary’s?
It’s kinda hard to tell those two apart. What the hell were they thinking? Well, except that THAT ONE IS A GIRL.
You see, Shirley? I TOLD YOU THAT WAS A GIRL. A RED-HEAD, too!
Oh, no don’t tell me that that good lookin’ lady is going to run off with that little runty guy.
That fat guy—is he a sea captain? Does the sea captain know that that girl has been pretending to be a boy all along? Is that guy a homo, Shirl?
I thought this was a Catholic school. SHIRLEY, ARE CATHOLICS SUPPOSED TO WATCH PLAYS ABOUT HOMOS? Right before Easter?
What the hell kind of play is this?
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