Benedick: But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted. Bryan Wortman: It’s a battle of the sexes but with wit. Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick, nobody marks you. Wortman: It’s a romantic comedy. Two people who are loathed to make a commitment and who are tricked by their friends into acknowledging their feelings for one another. Don Pedro: …and I, with your two helps, will so practise on Benedick that, in despite of his quick wit and his queasy stomach, he will fall in love… Oliva Khoshatefeh: So the great thing about “Much Ado” which makes it so grounded and so human is the fact that there are pieces of tragedy and pieces of farce and just really cool different aspects that make it believable and real and relevant. Leonato: You must not, sir, mistake my niece. There is a kind of merry war between Signior Benedick and her. Andrew Burnap: It’s packed full, with hearts, packed full with brains. There’s a lot of wit. I mean Benedick and Beatrice, all they do is go back and forth with these great one-liners or two-liners that are just killer. Benedick: …so some gentleman or other shall escape a predestinate scratched face. Beatrice: Scratching could not make it worse, an ’twere such a face as your’s were. Wortman: There is a dark story within it. Borachio: …to vex Claudio, to undo Hero and kill Leonato. Wortman: But fortunately the watch, who are our policeman and we call them our Roughriders, are there. Dogberry: …therefore bear you the lantern. This is your charge… Don John: Come, come, let us thither, this may prove food to my displeasure. Beatrice: By my troth, I am sick. Margaret: Get you some of this distilled Carduus Benedictus, and lay it to your heart. It is the only thing for a qualm. Khoshatefeh: What’s great about doing a show with such dense language, it’s always great to see people who aren’t used to hearing that, leave and know exactly what happened and really actually find the words funny. Dogberry: …any man that knows the statutes, he may stay him. (Slap) Benedick: …which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? Beatrice: For them all together… Burnap: It’s hysterically funny and beautiful at the same time. Beatrice: But for which of my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Benedick: Suffer love! A good epithet!