Verona, a public place.
JULIET: Happy Valentine’s Day! Thanks for all this chocolate!
ROMEO: I think I might have overdone it. Thanks for sneaking out to meet me.
JULIET: My Mom doesn’t want me to see you. She wants me to marry this guy named Paris instead.
ROMEO: That’s lame. If I ever met a dude named Paris, I’d kill him.
JULIET: That gives me an idea.
ROMEO: Oh yeah?
JULIET: If they try to make us walk down the aisle, I’ll commit suicide.
ROMEO: Isn’t that a bit drastic?
JULIET: Here’s the kicker: I’ll only PRETEND to be dead.
ROMEO: That won’t last long though. Have you thought this through?
JULIET: They’ll bury me and everything, but then I’ll wake up and run off and marry you instead.
ROMEO: That seems reasonable. But what if it doesn’t work? What if you really do die?
JULIET: It’s a risk I’ll have to take.
ROMEO: If you died, I’d have to kill myself. There would be no other possible outcome.
JULIET: Well if you died, I’d have to kill myself too. If it turned out I wasn’t dead already, that is.
ROMEO: If only our parents would let us date! There’d be far less bloodshed.