We need a fire.(They make a fire. It goes out.)
We need a fire.(They make a fire. It goes out.)
We need a fire.
Forget the fire. Let's kill each other.
Yeah!(They do.)
I was a bad boy. Damn, was I a bad boy. Not anymore, though.
Spit. Hiss.
Shut your mouth before I hit you.
I can be civilized now that a man has bossed me around. I love you madly, Petruchio.
We're all in love with each other the wrong way around.(Everyone goes into the woods. They have wacky experiences, pair off correctly, and live happily ever after.)
Holy crap, I'm a vermin thingie!(He DIES...eventually.)