SARAH: Tybalt, welcome back to the studio. 

TYBALT: Thanks, I guess. I mean, I don't really have a choice, do I? 

SARAH: OK, it won't take long. So here you are prowling the streets of Verona searching for Romeo. Why is that? 

TYBALT: I want to challenge him to a duel. He's not going to get away with that. 

SARAH: Get away with what exactly? 

TYBALT: With crashing my uncle's party. 

SARAH: But your uncle made it clear that he had a problem with your response to that. 

TYBALT: All the more reason to put Romeo in his place. I'm not going to be humiliated by my uncle for Romeo's sake. 

SARAH: But Tybalt, surely you understand your uncle wanted you to leave him alone. 

TYBALT: At the party. Leave him alone at the party. He didn't want any of his guests to be disturbed by a quarrel, and he had a point. But on the streets, Romeo's fair game. 

SARAH: Well, instead of Romeo, you run into Mercutio and Benvolio. 

TYBALT: Fine, good. Maybe they'll know where he is. 

SARAH: Yes, but Mercutio's not too friendly. He seems to be picking a fight with you himself. 

TYBALT: Is he? I'm game. Spending all of his time with Romio, he's just as bad as the rest of them. 

SARAH: Well, the two of you seem about to fight when Romeo appears. 

TYBALT: Oh, then forget Mercutio. It's Romeo I'm after. 

SARAH: Yes. And do you immediately call him a villain. 

TYBALT: That's right. He's the scum of the earth. 

SARAH: But his reply is to say that he loves you, and that your insults won't upset him. 

TYBALT: [LAUGHS] Oh, no. He's not getting out of this by sweet talking me. I'll challenge him directly. 

SARAH: He says he's done nothing to hurt you, and that he loves you more than you can realize and pretty soon you'll know why. 

TYBALT: What? That doesn't make any sense. 

SARAH: Mercutio doesn't think so either. So he decides he'd better take over. He draws and challenges you. 

TYBALT: Oh, he does, does he? Fine. Let's have at it. 

SARAH: Yes, that's exactly what happens. The two of you begin to fight. But Romeo's doing his best to stop it. He eventually steps in between the two of you. You slip your sword under Romeo's arm and stab Mercutio like that. 

TYBALT: Under the arm. Nice. 

SARAH: Bit of a cheap shot, isn't it? 

TYBALT: Romeo's his man. He shouldn't have gotten in the way. 

SARAH: And then you run away. 

TYBALT: Yeah, well, the fight isn't exactly legal. I probably shouldn't stick around. 

SARAH: You mean because the prince has outlawed such fights in public? 

TYBALT: That's right. Actually, now that I think about it, I didn't get what I came here for, did I? 

SARAH: A fight with Romeo, you mean? 

TYBALT: Exactly. I'd like to go back. Can I go back? Oh, I really want to kill that guy. 

SARAH: Certainly, Tybalt. You go back. Romeo's pretty upset about Mercutio. So now he's more than happy to fight you. 

TYBALT: Good. 

SARAH: He says Mercutio's soul is waiting for one of you to join him. 

TYBALT: He does, thou wretched boy that didst consort him here. Shalt with him hence. Now we fight? 

SARAH: Now you fight, and Romeo kills you. 

TYBALT: Oh. 

SARAH: Poor kid. Such a shame. Can I get some help here please?