SARAH: Lord Capulet, thank you for joining us, sir. 

CAPULET: Well it's certainly not you I came to see, Sarah. Just checking up on my little baby girl. 

SARAH: Well, as you can see your baby girl is still pretty upset. 

CAPULET: Have you told her what we've decided? What'd she say? Is she excited? 

LADY CAPULET: Not so much. She doesn't want anything to do with him, and she thanks you for the offer. Ungrateful girl. [WHISPERS] She should be married to a grave. 

CAPULET: Wait, what? She refuses? But she should be proud to be engaged to a guy like Paris. 

JULIET: Well, I'm not proud, Dad. But I appreciate you trying. 

CAPULET: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Forget proud and thanks and all that. 

SARAH: Thank me no thankings nor proud me no prouds, you say. 

CAPULET: You stay out of this. And you, you little brat, you'll go to St. Peters church on Thursday, or I'll drag you there like a common criminal. You miserable, ungrateful, pale corpse of a girl. 

LADY CAPULET: All right, calm down. 

JULIET: Dad, will you just listen to me for a second? 

CAPULET: No, you'll listen to me. I'm doing the talking. You'll listen. You'll be at the church on Thursday, or never look me in the face again. No, no reply. Don't say a thing. 

SARAH: Capulet, sir. I'm going to have to ask you to calm down. 

CAPULET: And no more out of you. God ye good e’en. 

SARAH: God ye good e’en? 

CAPULET: God ye good e’en. 

SARAH: God ye good e’en? 

LADY CAPULET: God ye good e’en. You know, God ye good e’en. God give ye good evening. Right?

CAPULET: I think that's right, dear. Never really thought about it. 

SARAH: So it's like saying goodbye. 

LADY CAPULET: Yes, but in this context it's really something more like, get lost. 

CAPULET: Much more a get lost. Like scram. Now. 

LADY CAPULET: [WHISPERS] All right, that's enough. 

CAPULET: Sorry. But I'm pissed. 

SARAH: Yes, Lord Capulet, why exactly are you so mad? 

CAPULET: Mad? I'll tell you why I'm mad. I spend all my time, day and night, worrying about a good match for our daughter. I finally find the perfect guy. Good family, great connections, very well off, nice looking guy. Only to have this wretched pewling fool of a daughter say, oh sorry, Daddy. I can't marry him. I'm too young. Please forgive me. Listen to me. Juliet? If you don't marry Paris, you can figure out for yourself where you'll live, and what you will eat. I'm not joking. You think this through, and be quick about it. If you don't marry him, you're no longer my daughter. That's it. And that's my final word. I'm done with this interview. Thank you. 

SARAH: Indeed. And that's exactly when you leave Juliet's chamber. 

JULIET: Mother. Just delay this wedding a month or even a week. Or else make my bridal bed in the tomb with my dead cousin Tybalt. 

LADY CAPULET: Juliet, I do not want to talk about this anymore. You're on your own. 

JULIET: Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, that sees into the bottom of my grief.