Wishbone1995

Wishbone:
[as the Time Traveler, reading an old book of Shakespeare] 'Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death.

[touches the page and it desintigrates, gasps]

Weena:
[laughs] Dusty death!

Wishbone:
Weena! How can you laugh? Don't these books mean anything to you? Weena, don't you read?

Weena:
Read? What is read?

Wishbone:
[leaving the library] But, Weena, reading is fundamental.

Weena:
Is fun?

Wishbone:
Fundamental. Weena, I'm starting to think I built the time machine in vain.