Mystery Science Theater 30001988

Hamlet:
Ay! There's the rub!

Mike Nelson:
I knew I had some rub left!

Hamlet:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil. There's the respect that makes calamity of such long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrongs, the proud man's contumely...

[Mike begins nodding head along with the list]

Hamlet:
...The pangs of despised love, the law's delay... The insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself his quietus make with a bare bodkin?

Crow:
He said bare bodkin!

[giggles]

Hamlet:
Who would fardels bear...

Mike Nelson:
Fardels.