RALPH: So Romeo. You've left the party, but you can't quite leave the Capulet estate. 

ROMEO: Can I go forward when my heart is here? Turn back dull Earth and find thy center out. 

RALPH: You said dull earth. What do you mean by that. 

ROMEO: You know. My body, this clay we're made from. And we have this saying, as dull as earth. It's Juliet who brings this dull earth to life. She's my center. 

RALPH: So you turn back towards the Capulet's. You jump a wall into an orchard. 

ROMEO: Yeah. 

RALPH: Leaving your friends behind. They're frankly wondering where you went, and Mercutio can't help but poke a little fun at your lovesickness. 

ROMEO: Yeah, it's easy to make fun of pain you've never felt. 

RALPH: And suddenly you see a light in a window. And it's as if the sun were rising in the east. 

ROMEO: Yeah. A sunrise. But Juliet is the sun. Even the moon can't compare to the light she gives off. 

RALPH: Yes, and you point out that the moon is a symbol of virginity, and so Juliet in a sense is her follower. Her Maid. 

ROMEO: Except the moon is jealous of Juliet, because she's so much brighter than the moon. And she's becoming a woman Ralph. She'll soon be done with virginity. 

RALPH: Okay. And then you see her in the window. And she's looking at the night sky. 

ROMEO: Yeah. And her eyes, Ralph. If you put her eyes in the sky, and swapped out two of the fairest stars and put them in her head, the brightness of her cheek would put those stars to shame as daylight doth a lamp. And her eyes in heaven would stream so bright that the birds would sing and think it were not night. 

RALPH: And then she puts her cheek upon her hand. 

ROMEO: Oh that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek. 

RALPH: And then she speaks. And for more on that, let's go back to Sarah. 

SARAH: Thanks Ralph. Juliet you're back in your room after the party, having just met Romeo. It seems to have been a rather intense first meeting. What are your thoughts now? 

JULIET: Oh, Romeo. Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo? 

SARAH: Wherefore? Do you mean where is he? 

JULIET: No, wherefore. Why? Why did he have to be Romeo? 

SARAH: Oh yes, I see. You mean because he's a Montague. 

JULIET: He should renounce his family and refuse his name, or if he won't, and he swears his love for me, I'll do it. I'll no longer be a Capulet. 

ROMEO: Can I say something, or should I wait, because I'd really like to answer that. 

RALPH: Let's wait. 

JULIET: I mean what's in a name, anyway? It's not like any part of his body is the Montague part. He's just himself. That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet. Romeo would be just as perfect without his name. He should get rid of it. And for his name, take all of me. 

ROMEO: I can do that. I'll do that. Call me your love, and we can forget about Romeo. Romeo who? 

JULIET: Romeo? Is that you? 

ROMEO: It's me, but it's not Romeo if you don't like that name. 

JULIET: You shouldn't be visiting me right now. My family would kill you if they knew that you were here. 

ROMEO: I'd just as soon be killed by them than not be loved by you. 

JULIET: So you overheard what I was saying just now, didn't you? Oh. I don't want you to think that I've fallen in love with you too easily. I should have played hard to get. That's what everybody says. But trust me, I will be more true than any of those women who pretend not to be interested. Anyway, I didn't know you were listening when I said that I love you. Don't think I do it too easily. 

ROMEO: Lady, I swear by the moon—

JULIET: Don't swear by the moon. The moon changes every night, and I don't want your love to be that way. Look. Although I join thee, I don't like our meeting this way. I mean it's that night, and you're wherever you are. It feels too rash, too unadvised, too sudden. Too much like lightning, which is gone before one can say that it even happens. Good night. This bud of love by summer's ripening breath may prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night. 

ROMEO: Wait. That's it? 

JULIET: Yes. What else is there? 

ROMEO: We could exchange our vows of love for each other. 

JULIET: Oh, you overheard me do that already. Oh, I'm sorry. I have to take this. 

SARAH: It's your nurse? 

JULIET: Yeah. 

SARAH: Go ahead, you can take it. Ralph? 

ROMEO: Oh blessed, blessed night. Please tell me I'm not dreaming, Ralph. 

RALPH: No, this is no dream. Look, Romeo. I've been there. I could tell you stories about nights that I've had that started out like this, and you would just—

SARAH: Ralph. So sorry to interrupt a story about you, but Juliet's back. 

JULIET: Romeo, if your love is honorable, and if you want us to get married, then tell me tomorrow about where and when we can have the ceremony. And then I'll be yours forever. Oh my god, really? Hold on a second. But if you're just playing with me, then leave me now, with broken heart. I have to take this. 1,000 times good night. What is it? 

RALPH: 1,000 times good night. 

ROMEO: 1,000 times the worse without her around. 

RALPH: And getting married. Wow. Isn't this a little quick? I mean didn't you just meet Juliet a couple of hours ago? 

ROMEO: Quick? Are you kidding me? I would have married her the moment I met her. Haven't you been listening? 

RALPH: It's just that—couldn't you guys date a little or something? Oh, never mind. Anyway, you have this great line. Love goes towards love as schoolboys from their books. But love from love toward school with heavy looks. What does that mean exactly? 

ROMEO: When you love someone, you're as excited to go see them as students are to leave school. And to leave someone you love is as much of a bummer as going to school. 

RALPH: Okay. Well look, we've got a lot of students watching this show, and so let's kind of go easy on the school thing. I loved school. Anyway I get your point. Oh. It sounds like we're not done here. 

JULIET: Romeo. 

ROMEO: I'm here. 

JULIET: What time should I send a messenger to you tomorrow? 

ROMEO: How about nine? 

JULIET: Okay. Nine it is. I forgot what I was going to say. 

ROMEO: That's Okay. We can just stare at each other till you remember. 

SARAH: Juliet, it's almost morning. You really should get going. Don't you think? 

JULIET: You're right. Good night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow. 

ROMEO: Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast. Would I were sleep in peace so sweet to rest. 

RALPH: All right. I think that's finally the last good night. So what's the plan now? 

ROMEO: To arrange for us to be married. 

RALPH: Just like that? 

ROMEO: Just like that.