BARDOLPH: dude are you and pistol friends yet?
NYM: idgaf idgaffffff idgaf.
BARDOLPH: dude I'll buy you breakfast if you and pistol are friends, c'mon, we gotta go to france together.
NYM: no fucks given. ever.
BARDOLPH: yeah I know he married your fiance.
NYM: nope I still give no fucks.
BARDOLPH: hey here he is now with his wife!
—enter Pistol and Quickly—
NYM: heyo host, how's it goin?
PISTOL: NOPE DON'T CALL ME THAT, I AM REALLY OFFENDED
QUICKLY: I AM THE SADDEST ABOUT THIS, I can't board ladies without everyone thinking I'm running a brothel
—Nym and Pistol draw their fucking swords, what even—
QUICKLY: OMG THEY GONNA KILL EACH OTHER and then I'm'a marry Nym and THAT'S ADULTERY, SHIT
BARDOLPH: break it up, boys, break it up.
PISTOL: ugh for YOU, YOU ICELANDIC DOG
QUICKLY: ugh nym put your damn sword away
NYM: oh fuck off, this is between me and pistol
PISTOL: YOU ARE THE WORST, I INSULT EVERY PART OF YOU AND YOUR BODY, ALSO A DICK JOKE
NYM: dude i'm gona cut you, but because I AM A BETTER PERSON THAN YOU ARE, I'm gonna be fair about it.
PISTOL: O braggart vile, and damned furious wight! The grave doth gape and doting death is near. BREATHE YOUR LAST!!!
BARDOLPH: dude, whoever kills the other one, I'M'A KILL HIM REAL HARD.
—Bardolph draws his sword—
PISTOL: well I'm convinced.
—Pistol and Nym sheathe their swords—
PISTOL: I guess you're pretty cool.
NYM: I'm'a kill you sometime anyway, idgaf.
PISTOL: YOU ARE JUST PISSED CAUSE I MARRIED YOUR FIANCE, go marry Doll Tearsheet instead, because I HAVE MISTRESS QUICKLY. gtfo.
BOY: FALSTAFF IS DYING, HURRY UP AND VISIT HIM, also bardolph your face is the reddest.
QUICKLY: the King totally murdered him by sending him away.
BARDOLPH: come on, dudes, be friends, we have to go to kill people in france, why are we killing each other?
PISTOL: Let floods o'erswell and fiends for food howl on!
NYM: you gonna pay you the money you owe me?
PISTOL: NO, THAT WOULD BE HUMILIATING, I WILL NOT PAY YOU, FUCKING HELL, ALL THE NO.
NYM: dude I want that money
PISTOL: NOPE LET'S DUEL ABOUT IT
—Pistol and Nym draw their swords—
BARDOLPH: omg we have DONE THIS ALREADY I will kill whichever of you survives and THEN I WILL HAVE NO FRIENDS, I WILL BE SO LONELY.
—Pistol sheathes his sword—
BARDOLPH: how about you nym.
PISTOL: dude I'll pay you eventually, also we will be THE BEST BROS IN FRANCE, COME ON, SHAKE HANDS WITH ME
NYM: idgaf but FINE, whatever.
QUICKLY: come quickly, COME QUICKLY, FALSTAFF IS DYING
NYM: oof. the king was NOT NICE TO HIM.
PISTOL: nym you are TOTES RIGHT, the king broke his heart.
NYM: still a good king tho.