RALPH: Hello Romeo. I'm glad we could catch you, at least one more time. 

ROMEO: Yeah, Yeah. What is it? I have a lot on my mind. 

RALPH: Yes, this should just take a minute. It's just, well you've arrived at the tomb, with Balthazar. It's the middle of the night and you have your tools with you to break into the tomb. Now, does Balthazar know what you're up to? 

ROMEO: No. I told him that Juliet is wearing a ring and that I want to get it as a keepsake, but now he needs to leave. 

RALPH: Oh, that's right. So you tell him to go. 

ROMEO: I'm serious. If he hangs around I would tear him limb from limb and spread his body throughout the entire cemetery. 

RALPH: Wow. I guess you're in a pretty serious mood. 

ROMEO: The time and my intents a savage wild. More fierce and more inexorable far than empty tigers of the roaring sea. So are we done here? Because Juliet's waiting for me. 

RALPH: Almost. Just one more thing. Just as you're heading into the tomb— 

ROMEO: Oh, geez. What now? 

RALPH: Paris appears. 

ROMEO: Paris? County Paris, that guy? 

RALPH: Yes, that guy. And he's not particularly happy to see you. What with you killing Tybalt and all. I guess everybody in Verona thinks that Juliet died from sadness over Tybalt. So they're all mad at you about that, too. Paris wants to take you to the authorities. It's true that you're not really supposed to be here. 

ROMEO: This is a really bad time for somebody to get in my way, Ralph. A really bad time. 

RALPH: I know. I know. 

ROMEO: Tell him that he should leave. That I love him more than I love myself, and that I'm going to kill myself, and that I'm willing to let him live. 

RALPH: I'm sorry. He's not having any of it. 

ROMEO: So we fight. 

RALPH: You fight. And you kill him. 

ROMEO: I tried to warn him. 

RALPH: You did. And with his dying breath he asks you to lie him beside Juliet in the tomb. 

ROMEO: With Juliet? Why would I do that? Oh. Wait a minute. I think Balthazar said something about that on our ride over here? Paris was supposed to marry Juliet? Did he say that, or did I dream it? 

RALPH: He might have said that. It's true actually. 

ROMEO: Oh. And it might be he loved Juliet as much as I did. He's written into the same book of misfortune right alongside me. 

RALPH: So you'll grant his request? 

ROMEO: You know what, Ralph? I think I will. I want to bring him into the tomb to be with Juliet. 

RALPH: Very well. And that's just what you do. You carry Paris into the vault. And you find Juliet lying there. 

ROMEO: How does she look? Beautiful, I bet. 

RALPH: Yes, in fact, that's exactly what you say. You say her beauty makes the tomb a feasting presence full of light. And you notice that there's still some crimson in her lips and cheeks. You know, it's almost like she's not really dead, even? 

ROMEO: Maybe she looks that way because death himself is in love with Juliet. And wants to keep her here in all her beauty to be his lover. 

RALPH: Could be. Or maybe there's another reason. 

ROMEO: Well, death can't have her, Ralph. And that's why I need to stay here with her. And never leave again. Here. Here will I remain with worms that are thy chambermaids. Oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world wearied flesh. 

RALPH: Oh crap you brought that stuff to the studio. 

ROMEO: Come bigger conduct. Come unsavory god. Thou desperate pilot now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick weary bark. 

RALPH: Yes. What exactly do you mean by that? 

ROMEO: Here's to my love. The apothecary it was right. It's a fast one, Ralph.