There's no years like the dorm years. Remember, as long as you've got clean towels, the rest will take care of itself.

JULIET: Awake, sweet Ophelia. The sun doth break-
OPHELIA: -and with it my heart, oh roommate of mine.
JULIET: Ophelia! Let me from my bunk descend!

OPHELIA: Leave me be, sweet Juliet, I beg thee.
JULIET: Nay, my sweetest dorm companion. Let me-
OPHELIA: Nay!

Ophelia shoves Juliet away.

JULIET: I see.

Ophelia dives out of bed to embrace Juliet.

OPHELIA: I have wronged thee, my roommate.
JULIET: 'Tis nothing that cannot be forgiven.
OPHELIA: Forgiven, yes, but never once forgot.
JULIET: Come. Sit. Here by the rolling fabric cart.
OPHELIA: Empty as my heart. Empty as my soul.
JULIET: Just for now, sweet Ophelia. Tomorrow-
OPHELIA: Tomorrow? Will the three bins be filled then?
JULIET: They will.
OPHELIA: And with the cleanest white linens?
JULIET: As pure as snow on the first Easter morn.
OPHELIA: And will the dual locking casters be-
JULIET: Hush. Let not your sadness roll forth again.
OPHELIA: Yesterday's towel: with that my day begins.
JULIET: And the Rolling Fabric Cart stands alone.
OPHELIA: I miss the towels that once were cleaned at home.

Enter Honor's Roomate

HONOR'S ROOMMATE: Every morning I must hear this theat'r!
It's not even iambic pentamet'r!

Exit Honor's Roommate.

JULIET: I think the lady doth protest too much.
OPHELIA: Ignore her, she's a Poli Sci major.

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