Marta: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too...
Garth: You wrote that?!
Marta: Yesterday, as a matter of fact.
Garth:: It was written by an Earthman named Shakespeare a long time ago.
Marta: Which doesn't alter the fact that I wrote it again yesterday! I think it's one of my best poems, don't you?
Garth: I may kill you with my bare hands!