Walking home from the party
Juliette: Tybalt, you better not say a single word about what happened tonight to Granddad.
Tybalt: Are you mad?! Have you SEEN how Mercutio snapped at Hermia?
Juliette: And that's also why you decided to jump my boyfriend?
Tybalt: No, I jumped your boyfriend because he's a d—
Juliette: PLEASE. Don't you think I'm mad at Mercutio too? I dream of slapping him. But why do we need to feed into the conflict? I just want to be with Romeo and get away from all of this, but you guys make it impossible by constantly creating more drama. You're literally leaving for college next week, it won't matter to you but if Granddad hears about this incident we will be banned from even setting foot in the Montys' part of town.
Juliette: Of course me and... *looks at Hermia who is seemingly somewhere far away in mind and is barely acknowledging of the conversation* ..well, me and uh, Mir— ... Okay, me, it's me. I am we.
Tybalt: See? You only ever think about yourself. What if you considered your family's best interests for ONCE?
Juliette: If my family's best interest means you get to brag about knocking out Romeo because of something indecent his brother has done, then sorry but there is simply no way. If I find out you've snitched you will be DONE FOR.
Hermia: Are you guys done discussing what to do about the incident *I* was the victim of yet? ... We won't be telling Granddad or anyone. I don't want him to lock me in the house for my "protection" or ban me from going to any parties or whatever.
Tybalt: Since when do you care about going to parties? Oooh, someone's fallen HARD for the elf boy...