Pat Oliphant for December 30, 1996
December 20, 1996
December 31, 1996
Transcript:
Prisoner: "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief..." End Prisoner: No, no, man - say it right! "But hey, wot dat lite in dat winda? Dat mus be da eas, and da sun be dat ho, Juliet. Get up, sun and smack da moon. He be sick already." Yo be speakin' honky talk, man! Ain't yo proud to be in here? Character: Ain't yo' never heard of ebonic Shakespeare?
