Doctor: I have watched Lady Macbeth for the last two nights, and I am starting to think you are fibbing about her behavior. When was the last time she was sleep-pogo sticking?
Gentlewoman: Since Macbeth became king. I have seen her get up from her bed, put on her night gown, unlock her closet, grab her pogo stick and hop away for a bit and then return back to bed, all while she is asleep.
Doctor: While she is asleep, besides her actions, have you heard her speak of anything?
Gentlewoman: No I haven't.
Doctor: You really should start paying attention to that.
-ENTER LADY MACBETH-
*POGO STICK SOUND*
Gentlewoman: Doctor! Here she comes! Come over this way quickly. *HEELS/DESK NOISE* Watch her unusual behavior all in the midst of her sleep. Stay hidden.
Doctor: But… Her eyes are open?
Gentlewoman: Yes but her senses are shut.
Doctor: What is she doing now? Why is she washing her hands? What is that awful smell?
Gentlewoman: It is an accustomed action. She washes her hands in poop every night at this hour.
Doctor: Poop?!
Lady Macbeth: Oh poop! Here is poop.
Doctor: She has spoken! I've got to write this all down in order to remember it.
*WATER BOTTLE/GLASS NOISE* *FAUCET*
Lady Macbeth: Get off my hand poop! Get off I say! One. Two. Why then 'tis time to go fourth with the murder. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie a soldier and afeard? What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man would have eaten so many beefy bean burritos?
*WHOOPEE CUSHION NOISE*
Doctor: Did you hear what she just said?
Lady Macbeth: The Thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now? Will I ever get this mucky poop off my hands? No more of that, my lord, no more of that! You upset everything.
Doctor: I am appalled!
Gentlewoman: She has spoken of something she probably wouldn't want anyone to hear. Only Heaven knows what she is