At The Afterparty...

First Witch:

When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

Second Witch:

When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.

Third Witch:

That will be ere the set of sun.

First Witch:

Fuck you, Joe!

Third Witch:

You promised you'd pick me!

First Witch:

So you wanna do this right now?

Third Witch:

You told me a hundred times. "Joe," you said, "you are my chosen people!"

First Witch:

I explained that to you. I needed the Base. They needed a chew-toy with tits. I thought you people understood simple fucking arithmetic.

Third Witch:

You take that back!

First Witch:

Jesus Christ...

Third Witch:

Sure, throw that in my face.

Second Witch:

Stopit!Stopit!Stopit! (bursts into tears)

Third Witch:

Now see what you did.

First Witch:

Me?

Third Witch:

I'm never gonna be Secretary of anything.

First Witch:

What do you have to bitch about? I'm the one who's gonna be the Republican Max Schmeling until the end of time.

Macbeth; Act I, Scene I