Gina: "You know, maybe it would help you to memorize it if you understood the dialogue."
Joey: "Uh, Yeah! But, it's like a whole other language."
Gina: "Well, let me help you. Let's start with the first line."
Joey: "Okay, uh, 'Now is the Winter of our discontent.'"
Joey: "Uh, 'Made glorious Summer by this son of York'"
Gina: "Oh, okay, sure."
Joey: "'And all the clouds that lowered upon our house, in the deep bosom of the ocean burried.'"
Gina: "You wanna get a pizza?"
Joey: "Oh, god, yes!"