Hvis verden var en scene...

[Gjest fokuspådeg]

...hvilken rolle ville du spillt?

[Gjest Shave my poodle]

Jeg ville värt reggisören;)

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All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel - And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

WS

[Gjest this is a signature]

Narr (klisjé)

[Mrs. Wallace]

Manusforfatteren.

[Lurveline]

Hespetre.

[mAd]

Hovedrollen selvfølgelig

[Gjest Snoopy83]

Crocodile Dundee.

[Elbereth]

"All the world's indeed a stage, and we are merely players, performers and portrayers, each another's audience outside the guilded cage..." (Rush: Living in the Limelight, fra plata Moving Pictures)

Skulle gjerne vært Sandy i Grease, jeg. Det ser så ukomplisert ut

[Elbereth]

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players:

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel - And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth.

And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

WS

Så dyktig du er! Kan du det utenat eller?

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Så dyktig du er! Kan du det utenat eller?

Ja, klart det ;-)