Beta played a gig Friday night and I ended up driving around with a carload of teenaged girls having typical teenaged conversations:

Girl 1: Yeah, we’re translating Pyramus and Thisbe too.
Girl 2: Ovid, God.
Girl 3: We did him too, and I’m a grade behind you guys.
Man: Metamorphoses, hehe.
Girl 1: When Pyramus and Thisbe, who were known the one most handsome of all youthful men, the other loveliest of all eastern girls,– lived in adjoining houses, near the walls that Queen Semiramis had built of brick around her famous city, they grew fond…
Girl 2: Thou envious wall why art thou standing in the way of those who die for love?
Girl 3: And then he thinks she’s dead and falls on his sword, and she finds him and kills herself.
Man: O happy dagger, this is thy sheath. Ovid like so totally stole that from Shakespeare, man.
Girl 1: Dad, dad, dad.