SARAH: Juliet, it looks like things are moving quickly. Your father has moved the wedding up by a day, which means the Friar's plan to drink the elixir must be executed tonight instead of tomorrow. You will get rid of your nurse and your mother, and then it's just you and the vial of elixir. Are you ready for this? 

JULIET: I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life. Maybe my nurse and mother should be here. Is that possible? Could we get the nurse in here? 

SARAH: Um actually—

JULIET: Never mind. What should she do here? 

SARAH: Yes. It does seem you need to do this one alone. 

JULIET: Come vial. 

SARAH: Oh goodness, you've got it right there with you. 

JULIET: What if this doesn't even work? Does that mean I'll be married tomorrow morning? No. 

SARAH: Oh dear. 

JULIET: I have this to prevent that. 

SARAH: How did you get that in here? Juliet. 

JULIET: What if this is a poison, I mean a real poison? What if the Friar is just trying to save himself from trouble by killing me? 

SARAH: Oh, I don't know. He seems like a genuinely nice fellow and I'm sure what with his religious status. 

JULIET: What if I wake up before Romeo even gets there? That's a scary thought locked in a tomb. Wouldn't I suffocate before Romeo even gets there? I mean, is there any air in there? 

SARAH: Well, let's see—

JULIET: Could you imagine lying in a tomb with hundreds of years of my ancestors' bones or bloody Tybalt yet but green in earth, festering in its shroud. Or as they say, at some hours of the night, spirits resort. 

SARAH: It does sound awful. I must confess I'd be a little frightened. 

JULIET: If I wake up in there all alone what with all of those horrible sights and Tybalt's bodies just laying right there, wouldn't I go crazy and dash my brains out with my great grandfather's jaw bone or something? 

SARAH: Well I'm sure it would be uncomfortable, but you don't really seem like the type to dash your brains out. 

JULIET: Oh, look. Me thinks I see my cousin's ghost seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body upon a rapier's point. Stay, Tybalt, stay. Romeo, I come. This do I drink to thee. 

SARAH: Ju—Wait just a—oh dear. I suppose that's it then.