Hint | Answer | % Correct |
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unsinkable, | absolutely unsinkable | 67%
|
lower costs | and higher prices | 50%
|
AN INSPECTOR | CALLS | 50%
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those girls aren't | cheap labour - they're people | 50%
|
half shy | half assertive | 50%
|
rather provincial | in his speech | 50%
|
ROMEO AND | JULIET | 50%
|
girls of | that class | 50%
|
I felt rotten | about it at the time | 33%
|
she was pretty | and a good sport | 33%
|
it's better to | ask for the Earth than to take it | 33%
|
they'd soon be | asking for the Earth | 33%
|
not quite | at ease | 33%
|
a plague a' | both your houses | 33%
|
ancient | grudge | 33%
|
behaving like a | hysterical child tonight | 33%
|
a chain | of events | 33%
|
glooming | peace | 33%
|
heavy looking, | rather portentous man in his middle fifties | 33%
|
my good | son | 33%
|
I became at once | the most important person in her life | 33%
|
rather cold | woman and her husband's social superior | 33%
|
you're not the type - | you don't get drunk | 33%
|
is it the one | you wanted me to have | 33%
|
was it an | accident | 17%
|
state where | a chap easily turns nasty | 17%
|
disgusting | affair | 17%
|
serpent heart, hid with | a flow'ring face | 17%
|
I was in | a furious temper | 17%
|
I can tell her | age unto an hour | 17%
|
it was an idea | all of my own | 17%
|
I must love | a loathed enemy | 17%
|
I was interested | and friendly | 17%
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I'm old enough to be married, aren't I, | and I'm not married | 17%
|
young | and pretty | 17%
|
younger than she | are happy mothers made | 17%
|
thy drugs | are quick | 17%
|
in the morning they'll | be as amused as we are | 17%
|
then I'll | be brief | 17%
|
falls on Romeo's | body and dies | 17%
|
with their death | bury their parents' strife | 17%
|
if it didn't end tragically, then that's lucky for us. | but it might have done | 17%
|
I'm rather more - upset - | by this business than I might appear to be | 17%
|
a crutch, a crutch! Why | call you for a sword? | 17%
|
I dreamt my lady | came and found me dead | 17%
|
lively good-looking girl, | country bred | 17%
|
come, I'll | dispose of thee | 17%
|
Finchley told me it's | exactly the same port your father gets from him | 17%
|
rather | excited | 17%
|
Miss Birling ought to be | excused any more of this questioning | 17%
|
not the kind of | father a chap can go to when he's in trouble | 17%
|
hate these | fat old tarts | 17%
|
now I really | feel engaged | 17%
|
do as thou wilt, | for I have done with thee | 17%
|
O, I am | fortune's fool | 17%
|
I got it - | from the office | 17%
|
I serve as | good a man as you | 17%
|
I hate those | hard eyed dough faced women | 17%
|
could I | have a drink first | 17%
|
oh, how | horrible | 17%
|
I'll be hang'd, sir, | if he wear your livery | 17%
|
too soon - | I must think | 17%
|
the yoke of | inauspicious stars | 17%
|
burnt her | inside out, of course | 17%
|
as one dead | in the bottom of a tomb | 17%
|
the one I knew | is dead | 17%
|
these hot days, | is the mad blood stirring | 17%
|
in the circumstances | I think I was justified | 17%
|
thus with a | kiss I die | 17%
|
what sadness | lengthens Romeo's hours | 17%
|
crimson in thy | lips and cheeks | 17%
|
thrust his | maids to the wall | 17%
|
nearly any | man would've done | 17%
|
saucy | merchant | 17%
|
it frightens | me too | 17%
|
I was your mother | much upon these years | 17%
|
fire eyed fury be | my conduct now | 17%
|
why then is | my pump well flowered | 17%
|
if all else fail, | myself have power to die | 17%
|
I neither know it | nor can learn of him | 17%
|
for doting, | not for loving, pupil mine | 17%
|
nothing to be sorry for, | nothing to learn | 17%
|
young men's love then lies | not truly in their hearts but in their eyes | 17%
|
there are millions and millions and millions | of Eva Smiths and John Smiths still left with us | 17%
|
shall I speak ill | of him that is my husband? | 17%
|
just the kind | of son in law I always wanted | 17%
|
fatal loins | of these two foes | 17%
|
we've done a great deal | of useful work in helping deserving cases | 17%
|
burnt out | on a slab | 17%
|
I think she had | only herself to blame | 17%
|
the quarrel is between | our masters, and us their men | 17%
|
they're just | overtired | 17%
|
past hope, | past cure, past help | 17%
|
I don't | pretend to know much about it | 17%
|
all are | punish'd | 17%
|
familiarity with | quick, heavy drinking | 17%
|
bid me leap, | rather than marry Paris | 17%
|
attractive chap about thirty, | rather too manly to be a dandy | 17%
|
I could not | send it | 17%
|
alack the day, | she's dead, she's dead, she's dead | 17%
|
very pretty - | soft brown hair and big dark eyes | 17%
|
she'd had a lot to say - far too much - | so she had to go | 17%
|
takes Romeo's dagger, | stabs herself | 17%
|
it is an honour | that I dream not of | 17%
|
I did nothing | that I'm ashamed of | 17%
|
I have forgot | that name | 17%
|
beat down | their weapons | 17%
|
he's giving us | the rope - so that we'll hang ourselves | 17%
|
peace? I hate | the word, as I hate hell, all Montagues and thee | 17%
|
wisely and slow, | they stumble that run fast | 17%
|
how about | this ring | 17%
|
I would I were | thy bird | 17%
|
heaven finds means | to kill your joys with love | 17%
|
thou consent | to marry us today | 17%
|
It's disgusting | to me | 17%
|
too rash, | too unadvised, too sudden | 17%
|
he pushes it | towards Eric | 17%
|
I was hurt | under your arm | 17%
|
calm, dishonourable | vile submission | 17%
|
if there's nothing else, | we have to share our guilt | 17%
|
I would the fool | were married to her grave | 17%
|
out of her favour | where I am in love | 17%
|
within these three hours | will fair Juliet wake | 17%
|
very pleased | with life | 17%
|
there is no world | without Verona walls | 17%
|
make it a | word and a blow | 17%
|
oh, I wish | you hadn't told me | 17%
|
one that | you love | 17%
|
the famous | younger generation who know it all | 17%
|
easy, well-bred | young man about town | 17%
|
I defy | you, stars | 17%
|
only | a boy | 0%
|
unworthy | as she is | 0%
|
living corse | clos'd in a dead man's tomb | 0%
|
nought | could remove | 0%
|
that one word 'banished' | hath slain ten thousand Tybalts | 0%
|
we must | have you dance | 0%
|
poor Romeo | he is already dead | 0%
|
the bawdy hand of the dial | is now upon the prick of noon | 0%
|
wilt thou | leave me so unsatisfied? | 0%
|
do I | live dead | 0%
|
creates at once an impression of | massiveness, solidity and purposefulness | 0%
|
a rose by any | other name would smell as sweet | 0%
|
she was a very | pretty girl too - with big dark eyes | 0%
|
nothing may | prorogue it | 0%
|
downright | public scandal | 0%
|
the doors of breath | seal with a righteous kiss | 0%
|
hath not | seen the change of fourteen years | 0%
|
it would do us all a bit of good if | sometimes we tried to put ourselves in the place of these young women | 0%
|
whoever that chap was, | the fact remains that I did what I did | 0%
|
Juliet is | the Sun | 0%
|
the whole | thing's different now | 0%
|
what wouldst | thou have from me | 0%
|
nobody | wants you to | 0%
|
I ought to | warn you that he's an old friend of mine | 0%
|
this girl, Eva Smith, | was one of them | 0%
|
remember | what you did | 0%
|
a pretty, lively sort of girl | who never did anybody any harm | 0%
|
send me | word tomorrow | 0%
|
you think | young women ought to be protected against unpleasant and disturbing things | 0%
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