LADY MACBETH: There's still a spot here.
DOCTOR: Listen, she speaks! I will write down what she says, so I can remember it better.
LADY MACBETH: Out, damned spot! Come out, I command you!
One, two. Why, it is time to do it. Hell is murky!
Nonsense, my lord, nonsense! You are a soldier, and yet you are afraid? Why should we be scared when none can lay the guilt upon us?
Yet, who would have thought one old man could have so much blood in him?
DOCTOR: Did you hear that?
LADY MACBETH: The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?
What, will my hands never be clean?
No more of that, my lord, no more of that. You'll ruin everything by acting so startled.