“Darling, don’t you feel a teensy bit mature to play Juliet? She was only thirteen after all.”

“If I’m too ‘mature’, as you put it, you must be past the age where you could pull off a convincing Romeo’s Grandfather, Darling.”

“A bit harsh Darling, if I may say so. Possibly just a little ‘pot calling the kettle black’ do you feel? One would have thought the Dowager Juliet might have mellowed, like a cave-aged cheese?”

“Well, dear thing, perhaps you should look to your incontinence wear before treading the boards again”

“Love you Darling”

“Love you too Darling”