"Hey, you...guy. The dames, eh? Yeah, the dames. Stupid dames. You having any luck with the horses? No, the horses are all...idiots. You know, between the dames and the horses, sometimes I don't even know why I put my hat on."
That's how people talk in bars, isn't it?
Tricia Helfer and James Callis in a production set in the USSR.
In all seriousness (I AM TRAGICALLY SERIOUS ABOUT THAT, I AM REGULARLY SAD ABOUT THAT, but), I don’t have hard-and-fast rules because that’s one of the things I like about theater, that I certainly like about Shakespeare, that the parts change in accordance with whoever’s giving them body. But the performances must be cut conspicuously from the same cloth, Isabella needs to be a flaming sword, Angelo needs to be a teacup on the San Andreas fault, and they need to want to fuck. Think of all that can be done with that!