The Taming of the Shrew

Petruchio:
Why, there's a wench! Come on and kiss me, Kate.

Tranio:
The wench is stark mad or wonderful forward.

Petruchio:
Nothing but sit and sit, and eat and eat!

Katherina:
Asses are made to bear, and so are you!

Petruchio:
Women are made to bear, and so are you!

Katherina:
I knew you at the first. You were a moveable!

Petruchio:
Why, what's a moveable?

Katherina:
A stool like this!

[she kicks out the stool he was sitting on, and he falls on the floor]

Petruchio:
Then sit on me!

[he pulls her down on his lap]

Katherina:
[hitting at Petruchio] Our asses are made to bear and so are you!

Petruchio:
Women are made to bear and so are you!

Katherina:
Not such a load as yours if me you mean!

Katherina:
Of all things living, a man's the worst!

Petruchio:
Come, come, you wasp! In faith you are too angry!

Katherina:
If I be waspish, best beware my sting!

Petruchio:
My remedy then is to pluck it out!

Katherina:
Hah! Aye, if the fool could find where it lies!

Petruchio:
Who knows not where a wasp doth wear his sting? In his tail!

Katherina:
In his tongue!

Petruchio:
Whose tongue?

Katherina:
Yours! -if you talk of tales, and so farewell!

Petruchio:
What, with my tongue in your tail?

Petruchio:
Myself am moved to woo thee for my wife.

Katherina:
Moved? In good time. Let him that moved you hither RE-move you hence!

Petruchio:
What, with my tongue in your tail?

Petruchio:
Will you, nill you, I will marry you.

Petruchio:
I've come to wive it wealthily in Padua. If wealthily, then happily, in Padua.

The Priest:
[for the umpteenth time, rapid-fire] Petruchio, wilt thou take Katarina to be thy lawful wedded wife?

Petruchio:
[drunk] Ah, Marry, I will!

The Priest:
[all smiles] Katarina... [she gives him a look; he draws back] Katarina, wilt thou take Petruchio to be thy lawful wedded husband?

Katherina:
[she throws back her veil, gives a huge smile that turns into a huge angry look] I... Will...

[Petruchio kisses her passionately before she can say, "Not!" and the crowd cheers]

Petruchio:
[on the morning after the disastrous wedding night] How fares my Kate?

Katherina:
[gives him a very long look, then] Ill.

Petruchio:
[to his servants] This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.

Petruchio:
Mistress, what cheer?

Katherina:
[deliberately] Faith, as cold as can be.

Baptista:
[Petruchio is chasing Katherina across a tiled rooftop] Signior Petruchio?

[Petruchio stops with one foot in the air and laughs]

Baptista:
How speed you with your wooing?

Petruchio:
How but well, sir, how but well? It were impossible I should speed amiss!

Katherina:
[Petruchio has addressed Vincentio as a young woman and indicated Katherina should do likewise] Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet, wither away or where is thy abode? Oh, happy the parents of so fair a child... happier the man whom favorable stars will allot for his lovely bedfellow. [she turns to go]

Petruchio:
Why, how now, Kate,I hope thou art not mad. This a man, old, wrinkled, faded, withered and not a maiden as thou sayest he is.

Katherina:
[turns back, still in the spirit of the game] Oh, pardon, old father, for my mistaking eyes that have been so bedazzled by the... [she looks at Petruchio for confirmation] sun? [he nods yes] that everything I see is green and young.