Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Hamlet:
to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others...

Tom Servo:
SUM UP!

Hamlet:
that we know not of? thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of... action.

Mike Nelson:
So - "I'm a chicken for not stabbing myself," that's all you needed to say!