BENVOLIO: I beg you, good Mercutio, let's retire. The day is hot, and the Capulets are about. If we meet them in the street there's sure to be a brawl. These hot days make the raging blood boil.
MERCUTIO: You're like one of those fellows who enters a bar, slams his sword on the table, and says, "I pray I never have to use this!..." But by the end of the second cup, he's drawn his sword on the barkeep for no reason at all.
BENVOLIO: Am I really such a fellow?
MERCUTIO: Come, come, you are as hot-blooded as any fool in Italy! When you're in the mood to be angry, you will always find something to be angry about.
BENVOLIO: And what about that?
MERCUTIO: If there were two men such as you, pretty soon there'd be none because each would kill the other. You'd fight a guy who had one whisker more or less than you.
You'd fight a man cracking nuts, just because your eyes are the color of hazelnuts.