Two weeks from tomorrow.
Wow, I'm going to drive myself nuts. HAHA.
Witch Waye:Mischief and strife, man and wife. These are the woes that plague my life.
Sheriff of Nottingham: See, sire
King John: So?
Sheriff: Such a sortie surrounding our situation.
KJ: This ain't one of those rhyming things isn't it?
Little John: Sheriff! Stand and sally forth!
KJ: Sally Forth???
Sally Forth (ME): Yes?
KJ: What?
SF: You called?
KJ: I did?
SF: I thought I heard someone ask for me.
KJ: You mean you're called...
SF: Sally Forth.
KJ: Sally Forth? Sally Forth!
SF: Okay.
Friar Tuck: What is your name, kind woman?
Witch Waye: I am mistress Waye, the Witch of the Wood.
FT: You're a Wood Witch named Waye?
WW: Wight. I mean, right.
FT: Do you know where resides the outlaw Robin Hood?
WW: Yes.
FT: Okay...I'll play again. I need to seek his council. Which way?
WW: Yes?
FT: What?
WW: You called me?
FT: I said which way.
WW: That's me. Witch Waye.
FT: Can you give me directions?
WW: I cannot, but you may find my sister. She can tell you.
FT: And who's she?
WW: She is known as Mistess Won.
FT: Witch Won?
WW: My sister, third from the left.
FT: Maybe we ought to go back to rhyming.
WW: You won't like it.
FT: I am a bit confused. You are which?
WW: Right.
FT: No, I mean, you are which one?
WW: That's my sister, Witch Won.
FT: And she knows which way?
WW: Of course she knows me, I'm her sister.
FT: You know, it's a shame that scientists won't invent aspirin for years yet.
WW: I am just trying to answer your question, the one you asked earlier.
FT: Which time?
WW: That's my OTHER sister.
[after being stabbed by Robin Hood]
Sheriff: So it comes to this. That I, a simple soldier in the King's employ, should come to this? To be defeated honorably, in my country's armor and on the field of battle. Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt. A horse! A horse! My kingdon for a real horsey! Yet I have screwed my courage to the sticking place!
WW: Will somebody put us ALL out of our misery?
[Robin hits Sheriff with club]
Sheriff: AH! How sharp as a serpent's tongue is that. Keep the home fires burning. We have nothing to fear but fear itself.
[Robin hits him again]
Sheriff: AH! Four score and seven years ago...
Robin: Will you...?!?!
Sheriff: I'm going, I'm going!!!
Witch Waye:Mischief and strife, man and wife. These are the woes that plague my life.
Sheriff of Nottingham: See, sire
King John: So?
Sheriff: Such a sortie surrounding our situation.
KJ: This ain't one of those rhyming things isn't it?
Little John: Sheriff! Stand and sally forth!
KJ: Sally Forth???
Sally Forth (ME): Yes?
KJ: What?
SF: You called?
KJ: I did?
SF: I thought I heard someone ask for me.
KJ: You mean you're called...
SF: Sally Forth.
KJ: Sally Forth? Sally Forth!
SF: Okay.
Friar Tuck: What is your name, kind woman?
Witch Waye: I am mistress Waye, the Witch of the Wood.
FT: You're a Wood Witch named Waye?
WW: Wight. I mean, right.
FT: Do you know where resides the outlaw Robin Hood?
WW: Yes.
FT: Okay...I'll play again. I need to seek his council. Which way?
WW: Yes?
FT: What?
WW: You called me?
FT: I said which way.
WW: That's me. Witch Waye.
FT: Can you give me directions?
WW: I cannot, but you may find my sister. She can tell you.
FT: And who's she?
WW: She is known as Mistess Won.
FT: Witch Won?
WW: My sister, third from the left.
FT: Maybe we ought to go back to rhyming.
WW: You won't like it.
FT: I am a bit confused. You are which?
WW: Right.
FT: No, I mean, you are which one?
WW: That's my sister, Witch Won.
FT: And she knows which way?
WW: Of course she knows me, I'm her sister.
FT: You know, it's a shame that scientists won't invent aspirin for years yet.
WW: I am just trying to answer your question, the one you asked earlier.
FT: Which time?
WW: That's my OTHER sister.
[after being stabbed by Robin Hood]
Sheriff: So it comes to this. That I, a simple soldier in the King's employ, should come to this? To be defeated honorably, in my country's armor and on the field of battle. Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt. A horse! A horse! My kingdon for a real horsey! Yet I have screwed my courage to the sticking place!
WW: Will somebody put us ALL out of our misery?
[Robin hits Sheriff with club]
Sheriff: AH! How sharp as a serpent's tongue is that. Keep the home fires burning. We have nothing to fear but fear itself.
[Robin hits him again]
Sheriff: AH! Four score and seven years ago...
Robin: Will you...?!?!
Sheriff: I'm going, I'm going!!!