GOREN:
....Ah, dear Eames, why art thou yet so fair?

I still will stay with thee; and never from this palace of dim night depart again: here, here will I remain with worms and other things I can play with; O, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you the doors of extra minty breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

Here's to my love!
[Drinks]
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with this one kiss I die.
[Dies]

EAMES:
[Wakes]
Aw, crap!
What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?
Poison, because he simply couldn't do this slowly!
O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop to share with me? I will kiss thy lips; perhaps it will kill me.
[Kisses him]
Thy lips are warm, you trigger happy jerk!

[noise outside]

Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! Not quite as warn as a gun, alas.
[Snatching GOREN's dagger]
This is thy sheath;
[Stabs herself]
there rust, and let me die.
[Falls on GOREN's body, and dies]



...i can't believe i actually pulled out my norton for this.

("you're not drawing life sized portraits on the wall again!")