Apparently that turd in the opening post has studied theater
 
Juliet:
O Turdeo, Turdeo! wherefore art thou Tuedeo?
Deny thy father bapu and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet
Turdeo:
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
Juliet:
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a turd
By any other word would smell as sweet;
So turdeo would, were he not turdeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. turdeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.
Turdeo:
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be just another garden variety smelly Turd in the cow pasture
Your Love for me my fair Juliet has made me whole
 
Kenny