Montāžas Teksta
- panel 1
-
- panel 4
- Yeah....he's sleeping with the fishes.
- Is Banquo dead?
- panel 2
-
- panel 3
-
- I am sorry, Don. He escaped.
- Fuggedabouit! Just make sure he ends up like his father.
- Good, but what about Fleance?
- panel 4
-
- Macbethy, what's wrong? Aren't you happy to be here?
- Eh...fuggedaboutit..let's eat!
-
- Whaddaya talkin' about? Your seat's wide open!
- Ayo! Come sit!
- Table's full.
-
- Which one of you did this?You can't pin it on me. I didn't do nuthin. Stop looking at me like that!
-
- Ah ha ha ha...It's nothing. You know how he gets...Mangia! Mangia!
- What's with this guy?
-
- panel 4
- What's wrong with you? Have you lost you mind?
- What guy? There's nobody there. It's just a flippin chair.
- Ask that guy!
- You don't see that stiff? Yo, dead guy, can't you talk? Cat got your tongue?
- You're seeing things that ain't there! Snap out of it, you coward! Everyone's waiting for you.
-
- Let's toast to the health of our dear friend, Banquo!
- Ay, don't look at me like that. It's nothing.
-
- You're back! Get outta here before I pump you full of lead, capiche!
- Oh no! Not him, anything but him!
-
- I am so sorry for his behavior. Just go.
- Great. Dinner is RUIND!
- Damn, what the...