"We'll have Bacon down here." Here he touched an electric button, and Charon came in answer.
"Charon, bring Doctor Johnson the usual glass of ale.

Get some ice for the Emperor, and ask Lord Bacon to step down here a minute." "I don't want any ice," said Nero.
"Not now," retorted Shakespeare, "but you will in a few minutes.

When we have finished with you, you'll want an iceberg.

I'm getting tired of this idiotic talk about not having written my own works.

There's one thing about Nero's music that I've never said, because I haven't wanted to hurt his feelings, but since he has chosen to cast aspersions upon my honesty I haven't any hesitation in saying it now.