Guildenstern: All your life you live so close to brains they become a permanent hunger in the pit of your stomach. And when something nudges it into outline, it’s like being ambushed by a grotesque, and yet tasty thing

Guildenstern: Who was the first person you remember eating?
Rosencrantz: … No, it’s no good. It was a long time ago.
Guildenstern: No, you don’t take my meaning. Who ’s the first person you remember eating after all the people you’ve forgotten sucking the brains out of?
Rosencrantz: Oh, I see… I’ve forgotten the question..

Rosencrantz: Hmmm. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains. Brains.
*Guildenstern grabs the coin, looks at it, then tosses it back to Rosencrantz*
Rosencrantz: Brains.
*Guildenstern pulls a coin out of his own pocket and flips it*
Rosencrantz: Bet? Brains I win?
*Guildenstern looks at coin and tosses it to Rosencrantz*
Rosencrantz: Again? Brains.

Rosencrantz: What’s the matter with you today?
Guildenstern: When?
Rosencrantz: What?
Guildenstern: Are you undead?
Rosencrantz: Am I undead?
Guildenstern: Yes or no?
Rosencrantz: Is there a choice?
Guildenstern: Is there George Romero?
Rosencrantz: Foul! No non sequiturs! Three… two, one game all.
Guildenstern: Do you like brains?
Rosencrantz: Do you?
Guildenstern: You first.
Rosencrantz: Statement! One… love.
Guildenstern: What kinds of brains do you eat when you’re at home?
Rosencrantz: What about you?
Guildenstern: When I’m at home?
Rosencrantz: Do you eat different ones at home?
Guildenstern: What home?
Rosencrantz: Haven’t you got one?
Guildenstern: Why do you ask?
Rosencrantz: What are you driving at?
Guildenstern: Do you like brains?
Rosencrantz: Repetition! Two… love. Match point.
Guildenstern: How undead do you think you are?
Rosencrantz: Rhetoric! Game and match!