Mercutio Quotes in Romeo & Juliet: Sealed with a Kiss (2005)

Montague: Mercutio, what do you suppose is the matter with my son?

Mercutio: What, young Romeo? I think he swallowed a little sushi and it went down the wrong pipe, y'know what I'm talkin' about?

Benvolio: You know, too many sea slugs can be bad for your digestion.

Mercutio: [after rolling in white sand] And voila, I am a Capulet!

Benvolio: Great, you look just like a Capulet. We're gonna die!

Mercutio: [laughing hysterically, about the Prince] Yo, Blubber Butt! I wonder how deep the ocean is when you're not in it?

Mercutio: The prince is so stupid, that if he fell off a cliff, he'd have to stop halfway for directions!

Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.

Mercutio: And so did I.

Romeo: And what was yours?

Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.

Mercutio: O! Then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and comes in a shape no bigger than an agate-stone, on the fore-finger of an alderman, drawn with a little team of atomies, over men's noses as they lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut. Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat. And in this state, she gallops, night by night, through lovers' brains and then they dream of... love! O'er lawyers fingers who straight dream on fees. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. And then, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again.

[becoming more passionate]

Mercutio: This is the hag, when maids lie on their BACKS, that presses them! And learns them first to bear, making them women of good carriage! This is she! THIS IS SHE!

Romeo: Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.

Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Mercutio: A plague o' both your houses! They have made worms' meat of me.

Mercutio: Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

Tybalt: What would you have with me?

Mercutio: Good King of Cats, only one of your nine lives!

Benvolio: By my head, here come the Capulets!

Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

Mercutio: If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.

Benvolio: By my head, here comes the Capulets.

Mercutio: By my heel, I care not.

Mercutio: Consort? What, dost thou make us minstrels? If thou makes us minstrels, look to hear nothing but discords. Here's my fiddlestick

[draws sword]

Mercutio: ; here's that will make you dance. Zounds, consort!

Mercutio: A plague on both your houses. They've made worm's meat of me.