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An Inspector Calls and Romeo & Juliet Quotes - Statistics
General Stats
- This quiz has been taken 32 times
- The average score is 19 of 161
Answer Stats
| Hint | Answer | % Correct |
|---|---|---|
| unsinkable, | absolutely unsinkable | 76%
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| AN INSPECTOR | CALLS | 71%
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| ROMEO AND | JULIET | 71%
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| a plague a' | both your houses | 62%
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| girls of | that class | 52%
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| those girls aren't | cheap labour - they're people | 48%
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| I defy | you, stars | 48%
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| lower costs | and higher prices | 43%
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| ancient | grudge | 43%
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| rather provincial | in his speech | 43%
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| half shy | half assertive | 38%
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| fatal loins | of these two foes | 33%
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| younger than she | are happy mothers made | 29%
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| nought | could remove | 29%
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| O, I am | fortune's fool | 29%
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| thus with a | kiss I die | 29%
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| peace? I hate | the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee | 29%
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| only | a boy | 24%
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| saucy | merchant | 24%
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| fire eyed fury be | my conduct now | 24%
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| a rose by any | other name would smell as sweet | 24%
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| calm, dishonourable | vile submission | 24%
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| very pleased | with life | 24%
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| rather cold | woman and her husband's social superior | 24%
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| with their death | bury their parents' strife | 19%
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| a chain | of events | 19%
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| shall I speak ill | of him that is my husband? | 19%
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| heavy looking, | rather portentous man in his middle fifties | 19%
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| she'd had a lot to say - far too much - | so she had to go | 19%
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| wisely and slow, | they stumble that run fast | 19%
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| how about | this ring | 19%
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| I felt rotten | about it at the time | 14%
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| was it an | accident | 14%
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| state where | a chap easily turns nasty | 14%
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| serpent heart, hid with | a flow'ring face | 14%
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| she was pretty | and a good sport | 14%
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| thy drugs | are quick | 14%
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| it's better to | ask for the Earth than to take it | 14%
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| they'd soon be | asking for the Earth | 14%
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| not quite | at ease | 14%
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| behaving like a | hysterical child tonight | 14%
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| the yoke of | inauspicious stars | 14%
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| glooming | peace | 14%
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| I became at once | the most important person in her life | 14%
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| too rash, | too unadvised, too sudden | 14%
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| I was hurt | under your arm | 14%
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| the famous | younger generation who know it all | 14%
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| disgusting | affair | 10%
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| young | and pretty | 10%
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| Finchley told me it's | exactly the same port your father gets from him | 10%
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| not the kind of | father a chap can go to when he's in trouble | 10%
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| now I really | feel engaged | 10%
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| I serve as | good a man as you | 10%
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| I hate those | hard eyed dough faced women | 10%
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| as one dead | in the bottom of a tomb | 10%
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| these hot days, | is the mad blood stirring | 10%
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| crimson in thy | lips and cheeks | 10%
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| thrust his | maids to the wall | 10%
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| there are millions and millions and millions | of Eva Smiths and John Smiths still left with us | 10%
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| burnt out | on a slab | 10%
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| bid me leap, | rather than marry Paris | 10%
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| alack the day, | she's dead, she's dead, she's dead | 10%
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| my good | son | 10%
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| takes Romeo's dagger, | stabs herself | 10%
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| it is an honour | that I dream not of | 10%
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| Juliet is | the Sun | 10%
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| thou consent | to marry us today | 10%
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| I would the fool | were married to her grave | 10%
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| out of her favour | where I am in love | 10%
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| within these three hours | will fair Juliet wake | 10%
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| you're not the type - | you don't get drunk | 10%
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| easy, well-bred | young man about town | 10%
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| is it the one | you wanted me to have | 10%
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| I was in | a furious temper | 5%
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| I can tell her | age unto an hour | 5%
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| it was an idea | all of my own | 5%
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| I must love | a loathed enemy | 5%
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| I was interested | and friendly | 5%
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| I'm old enough to be married, aren't I, | and I'm not married | 5%
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| in the morning they'll | be as amused as we are | 5%
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| then I'll | be brief | 5%
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| falls on Romeo's | body and dies | 5%
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| if it didn't end tragically, then that's lucky for us. | but it might have done | 5%
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| I'm rather more - upset - | by this business than I might appear to be | 5%
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| a crutch, a crutch! Why | call you for a sword? | 5%
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| I dreamt my lady | came and found me dead | 5%
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| lively good-looking girl, | country bred | 5%
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| come, I'll | dispose of thee | 5%
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| rather | excited | 5%
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| Miss Birling ought to be | excused any more of this questioning | 5%
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| hate these | fat old tarts | 5%
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| do as thou wilt, | for I have done with thee | 5%
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| I got it - | from the office | 5%
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| that one word 'banished' | hath slain ten thousand Tybalts | 5%
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| could I | have a drink first | 5%
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| oh, how | horrible | 5%
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| I'll be hang'd, sir, | if he wear your livery | 5%
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| too soon - | I must think | 5%
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| burnt her | inside out, of course | 5%
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| the one I knew | is dead | 5%
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| in the circumstances | I think I was justified | 5%
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| what sadness | lengthens Romeo's hours | 5%
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| nearly any | man would've done | 5%
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| it frightens | me too | 5%
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| I was your mother | much upon these years | 5%
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| why then is | my pump well flowered | 5%
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| if all else fail, | myself have power to die | 5%
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| I neither know it | nor can learn of him | 5%
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| for doting, | not for loving, pupil mine | 5%
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| nothing to be sorry for, | nothing to learn | 5%
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| young men's love then lies | not truly in their hearts but in their eyes | 5%
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| just the kind | of son in law I always wanted | 5%
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| we've done a great deal | of useful work in helping deserving cases | 5%
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| I think she had | only herself to blame | 5%
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| the quarrel is between | our masters, and us their men | 5%
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| they're just | overtired | 5%
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| past hope, | past cure, past help | 5%
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| I don't | pretend to know much about it | 5%
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| downright | public scandal | 5%
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| all are | punish'd | 5%
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| familiarity with | quick, heavy drinking | 5%
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| attractive chap about thirty, | rather too manly to be a dandy | 5%
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| I could not | send it | 5%
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| very pretty - | soft brown hair and big dark eyes | 5%
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| I did nothing | that I'm ashamed of | 5%
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| I have forgot | that name | 5%
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| beat down | their weapons | 5%
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| he's giving us | the rope - so that we'll hang ourselves | 5%
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| I would I were | thy bird | 5%
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| heaven finds means | to kill your joys with love | 5%
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| It's disgusting | to me | 5%
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| he pushes it | towards Eric | 5%
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| if there's nothing else, | we have to share our guilt | 5%
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| there is no world | without Verona walls | 5%
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| make it a | word and a blow | 5%
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| oh, I wish | you hadn't told me | 5%
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| one that | you love | 5%
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| unworthy | as she is | 0%
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| living corse | clos'd in a dead man's tomb | 0%
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| we must | have you dance | 0%
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| poor Romeo | he is already dead | 0%
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| the bawdy hand of the dial | is now upon the prick of noon | 0%
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| wilt thou | leave me so unsatisfied? | 0%
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| do I | live dead | 0%
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| creates at once an impression of | massiveness, solidity and purposefulness | 0%
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| she was a very | pretty girl too - with big dark eyes | 0%
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| nothing may | prorogue it | 0%
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| the doors of breath | seal with a righteous kiss | 0%
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| hath not | seen the change of fourteen years | 0%
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| it would do us all a bit of good if | sometimes we tried to put ourselves in the place of these young women | 0%
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| whoever that chap was, | the fact remains that I did what I did | 0%
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| the whole | thing's different now | 0%
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| what wouldst | thou have from me | 0%
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| nobody | wants you to | 0%
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| I ought to | warn you that he's an old friend of mine | 0%
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| this girl, Eva Smith, | was one of them | 0%
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| remember | what you did | 0%
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| a pretty, lively sort of girl | who never did anybody any harm | 0%
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| send me | word tomorrow | 0%
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| you think | young women ought to be protected against unpleasant and disturbing things | 0%
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