UnScripts:Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
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Two Elizabethans are flipping a coin. Rozencrantz (Hereafter 'Ros') is a bit stupid, Guildenstern (Hereafter 'Guil') is the straight man. There's lots of comedic potential right there, I can tell you...
Guil: Who said that?
Ros: What?
Guil: Someone just described us and our circumstances!
Ros: (innocently) Well it wasn't me!
Guil: What?
Ros: What?
Guil: What did you say?
Ros: 'Well it wasn't me.'
Guil:(angrily) Before that!
Ros: 'What?'
Guil:What?
Ros:(Frantically) I said 'What'!
Guil:What?
Ros: Huh?
Guil: Shut up
A slience ensues
Guil: What's this play about anyway?
Ros: What?
Guil: You know the play, the play we're in...
Ros: Hamlet?
Guil: No
Ros: Then what?
Guil: Well, it's sort of Hamlet...
Ros: How?
Guil: Well, it's sort of a parody
Ros: (curious) Parody?
Guil: Yes
Ros: Well ...
Guil: Well technically right now we're in a parody of a parody, as this is Uncyclopedia
Ros: What's that?
Guil: Huh?
Ros: Get back to the point!
Guil: What's the point of 'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead'?
Ros: (terrified) We're dead?
Guil: Well, obviously not.
Ros: Obviously.
Guil: Which is more than I can say for the writing!
(Crickets)
Guil sighs
Silence
Guil: What
Hamlet enters
HAMLET:
My excellent good friends! How dost thou,
Guildenstern? Ah, Rosencrantz! Good lads, how do ye both?
Ros:
As the indifferent children of the earth.
Guil:
Happy, in that we are not over-happy;
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
HAMLET:
Nor the soles of her shoe?
Ros:
Neither, my lord.
HAMLET:
Then you live about her waist, or in the middle of
her favours?
Guil:
'Faith, her privates we.
HAMLET:
In the secret parts of fortune? O, most true; she
is a strumpet. What's the news?
Ros:
None, my lord, but that the world's grown honest.
HAMLET
Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
Let me question more in particular: what have you,
my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
that she sends you to prison hither?
Hamlet Exits
Guil: What happened there?
Ros: (despondantly) I don't know
Guil: It's almost as if the playwright copied and pasted large sections of Hamlet to fill time!
Ros: To fill time?
Guil: Who do you think you are? Solid Snake?
Ros: (innocently) What do you mean?
Guil: You're always repeating what I say, but in the form of a question
Ros: Repeating what you say?
Guil: Yes
Ros: Yes?
Guil: This is terrible
Ros: What is?
Guil: The play, it's just a cross between Waiting for Godot and Hamlet, it doesn't even have make any sense ...
Ros: WHAT??
(Crickets)
Ros: So who wrote 'Rozencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead'
Guil: (terrified) We're dead?
Ros: No, you buffoon, that's the name of the play
Guil: I thought you were the stupid one?!?
Ros: I thought I was the straight man?!?
Guil: No, we switched places just now
Ros: Oh
Guil: Yeah ...
Ros: SO! who wrote it?
Guil: It?
Ros: Please...
Guil: It is pleased?
Ros: (sighs)
Guil: Who is Please?
Ros: (furiously) I'm the idiot, you're the straight man!
Guil: I'm the idiot? You're the straight man?!?!
Ros: (earth shattering violence) WHO WROTE THE PLAY?!?!?
Guil: Thomas Stoppard.
Ros: What?
Guil: You mean 'who'
Ros: Sorry ; Who?
Guil: Tom Stoppard
Ros: Oh
(Silence)
Ros: What's he like?
Guil: His parents were Austrian ...
Ros: Australian?
Guil: No, Austrian.
Ros: Australian?
Guil: (impatient) NO! AUSTRIAN!
Ros: Australian?
(Silence)
Ros: Australian?
Guil: Please...
Ros: Who?
Guil: (sighs)
(Silence)
(crickets)
Guil: Well, I guess there's nothing left to do except die ...
Ros: Surely not!
Guil: Don't call me Shirley
Ros: That's an old Naked Gun joke
Guil: What?
Ros: Who?
Guil: Who's on now?
Ros: Who's on first?
Guil: What?
THE END