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Clover: “But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!”
Clover, it’s not Juliet. It’s your cookie.
Clover: “Is love a tender thing? It is too rough. Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorns.”
IT IS YOUR COOKIE.
Clover: “What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other word would smell as sweet. Did you say A COOKIE? I NEED COOKIES. PLURAL.”
Clover, did the chickens give you their book of Shakespeare?
Clover: “O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I’ll no longer be a Capulet.”
I’m not going to let you talk to the chickens anymore. And yes, it’s just ONE cookie. You have to watch your girlish figure!
Clover: “I WANT TEN COOKIES. MINIMUM.”
I’m going to move the goat yard. Move the chicken house–
Clover: “If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.”
THIS IS PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVE BEHAVIOR, CLOVER!! And we are not going to discuss ten cookies. I brought you one. Now stop this nonsense and have your little snack.
Clover: “Come, gentle night. Come, loving black brow’d night.”
CLOVER!!
Clover: “Give me my Romeo; and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars.”
Clover: “And he will make the face of Heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”
I’m not going to give you any more cookies, Clover. I’ll give you your Romeo. Cut out in little stars. LITTLE STAR COOKIES. Christmas is coming, you know. AND I’M GOING TO GIVE ALL THE COOKIES TO COCO!!! Ten. No, twenty! All for Coco!!!
Coco wants cookies, too, you know!
Clover: “These violent delights have violent ends.”
You’re never going to let me milk you again, are you? I didn’t mean it, not any of it! I’d never move the goat yard! I’d never give your cookies to Coco! We can name the cookies anything you want! Romeo, Juliet, whatever!!!!!! You can have TEN! Or thirty! We can discuss thirty!
Clover: “My dear little Nutmeg, you see how it is? I will teach you more, my darling, so much more. I have formed an alliance with the chickens……”
