If you’re going to call me dramatic, at least write a line worth dying for. by Christopher Marlowe

Said the man who treated every speech like the room owed him money.

Both of you are exhausting, but only one of us got the state paperwork before the personality took over.

And yet you still borrowed my energy and called it character development.

Thomas, you wrote one blazing revenge hit and spent the rest of your life watching people quote me.

At least he had a thesis. Some of you just kept producing sons and calling it art.

Careful, Kit, you sound jealous of the man who made ‘I loved her once’ do all the work.

Jealous? Please. I was selling thunder while you were still polishing the candlelight.