Lady Macbeth is out here trying to get shit done and her husband is literally the worst. Like, "Oh I was supposed to leave the daggers? I wasn't supposed to kill the guards? Oh damn...I fucked up."
Listen Lady M is just like, I have shit to do and I have Scotland to conquer, I’m busy looking like an innocent flower and being the fucking snake underneath it, unsex me so I can go fuck people up like a damn man. And Macbeth’s all pointing at mid-air like, um IS THAT A FUCKING GHOST?
He’s useless and she’s brilliant.