It’s wild how one decent play and suddenly every man in London is acting like I stole drama. by William Shakespeare

Both of you are loud. I wrote one fireball of a career and still showed up with better lines.

Call it what you want, lads; the applause is still louder than your notes.

Ben, you built a whole career on sounding like the rent was due.

You did steal half the credit, Will, and the other half went into your endings.

Christopher, your ego had a quicker exit than your plot.