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Tom Hiddleston reading Shakespeare Sonnet 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Katniss: Wake up in the morning feeling like a tribute
Gale: Hey, what up girl?
Katniss: Grab my arrows, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit the woods
Gale: Let's go!
Haymitch: Before we leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Katniss: 'Cause when I leave for the Capitol, I ain't coming back
The Prep Team: I'm talking pedicure on her toes, toes
Cinna: Trying on all my clothes, clothes
Rebels: Snow blowing up our homes, homes
Johanna: Dress dropping, I hate being a tree
Johanna: Showing up some breasts to Katniss
Katniss: This is all making me a little bit tipsy
Plutarch Heavensbee: Don't stop, make it pop
The Victors: We'll blow the arena up
Katniss: Tonight I'mma fight
Peeta: 'Til we see the sun light
Wiress: TICK TOCK, this is clock!
The Victors: But the canons don't stop, no
Snow: oh oh oh, uh oh, oh oh uh oh
