You're the one who needs their anger issues fixed and managed.
You can't deny, you could get angry at anything if you're in the mood.
"If I were in the habit of fighting the way you are, my life insurance rates would be sky high."
Darn, here come the capulets.
Let's just give it up and go inside.
Give me a reason, and I might.
Good afternoon, may I speak to one of you gentlemen?
You hang out with Romeo, Mercutio.
Can't you just find one?
Who do you think we are? Musicians?
Better put something else with it, perhaps a word and a blow.
Romeo is coming, nevermind.
Tybalt, I will not fight you. I love your name as I love my own.
You are nothing but a villian, Romeo.
Will do, lets fight!
"This calm submission is dishonorable and vile. The thrust of a sword will end this surrender. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you go fight me?"
Oh no, I must stop them immediately.
A scratch, not as wide as a church door, but still enough for damage!
I am done for. Don't bother asking for me tomorrow, because I will be at a grave.
I thought it was the right thing to do! The wound can't be that bad.
"That braggart, punk villain who fights like he learned swordsmanship from a manual! Why the hell did you come in between us? He struck me from under your arm!"