Movie: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead)

- Who's this?
- The king's brother and uncle to the Prince.
- Not the best brother...
- Not exactly avuncular, as time will tell.

- What are you, the actors all know about death? The mechanics of cheap melodrama! It is just impossible to convey death. How can you portray?
- On the contrary. We have it out the best. We have many talents and chief among them is a talent for dying. We can die heroically, comically, ironically, suddenly, slowly, disgusting, charming, and with a roar.

- He thinks he's in love with his daughter.
- My God... We're out of our depths here.
- No, No, he hasn't got a daughter, the old man thinks he's in love with his daughter.
- The OLD MAN is?..
- Hamlet. In love. with the old man's daughter. The old man thinks.

The life we live, close to the truth as an eyesore, and when suddenly someone changes it - the grotesque

It is foolish to upset, and anyway, imagining the coffin, I think of myself as living, although you're actually dead. The fact of the difference. You're not going to know that you're in a coffin. You like to sleep in a drawer. I certainly would not want to sleep there, and even without air, and you'd Wake up dead man - then what to do? In a coffin. That's what I don't like it, that's why I don't think about it.
You're helpless. Nailed you in a box, Yes, even forever. Even if you're dead, still not nice. Especially because you're dead. Judge for yourself. Suppose I nailed you there. What would you like to be - dead or alive? Alive of course, it's not dead, though in a coffin, some chance remains. You could lie there thinking: "I'm still alive. Now anyone knocks on the lid and tells him to get out - "Hey you, whatsyername! come on!"
How it happens, that moment when one first knew about death? It happens... somewhere in my childhood, when suddenly you realize that you're not going to live forever. Such a shock must surely stick in the memory, and I don't remember it. So it was not. Probably we are born with a premonition of death, not knowing that word, not knowing that the words exist at all. We're born bloody and screaming, with the solid knowledge that all of the light leads only one direction and its length is measured by time.

I don't believe in England!
- And what do you think, a joke cartographers?

Let's bet that the year of my birth multiplied by 2 is the number even?

- Hamlet was not himself. Need to find out what happened to him. He in melancholy. In the madness.
- What is madness?
Melancholic, gloomy, fits of moroseness. In General, madness. He was talking to himself, which would be a sign of madness if he was talking nonsense, but it is not so.
I think I understand. The one who wisely talks to himself, no more crazy than someone who talks nonsense to others. Or just as crazy. Reasonable raves.

- According to our experience, it all ends with death.
- Your experience? Almost everything ends in death, I'm talking about death, and you've never experienced. You die a thousand casual deaths and come back in a different hat. After death no one stands up, can not hear the applause, only silence and ragged clothes. Here it is - death.

Can show you blood, love and rhetoric, can you blood and love without the rhetoric, blood and rhetoric without love. The one thing I can do is love and rhetoric without the blood. Without the blood nothing is impossible, where everyone is involved.

We are given many talents, chief among them a talent for dying. We can die heroically, comically, ironically, sadly, suddenly, slowly, disgusting, charming, and with a roar.

- ... which way did we come? I lost orientation.
The only entrance: the birth, the only way out is death. What more guidance?

Do you think death is like a ship?...