Suzi and Will.

'…and apart from the Queen, there's Shakespeare.'
'Sorry, Piglet?'
'Big events in April, Tigger says.'
'Are they cleaning him, too?'
'Celebrating him.'
'That's nice.'
'Four hundred years.'
'Goodness. Now there's a healthy diet.'
'It makes you think, Pooh. A Suziquatrocentenary.'
'I never realised Suzi Quatro wrote Shakespeare.'
'I never realised we knew who she was.'
'Aren't we bundles of surprise?'
'Aren't we, though?'
'Though I'd say they probably collaborated.'
'What, Pooh?'
'Suzi and Will.'
'Oh, no doubt. I can hear just hear Mrs Macbeth singing "Your Mother Won't Like Me".'
'And "What A Way To Die".'
'Well, they all have to sing that, his lot, at some point in a play.'
'After they'd had their ordnance shot off.'
'Their excursions alarumed.'
'That rotter in "Othello", he'd love "Devil Gate Drive." What's his name?'
'Embargo.'
'We should ask that nice rambler Mr Beckett what he thinks of Shakespeare.'
'Owl tried.'
'What did he say?'
'He just shrank to a spot-lit mouth and yelled "What? No! Him!!".'
'Rivalry there, I'd say.'
'Yes, bit of an atmosphere in the Green Room.'
'Why is it always green?'
'I'm not sure. Perhaps that's the colour of motivation.'
'Or perdition fumbles all the souls it's meant to catch.'
'Yes, mess all over the walls. Impossible to clear. Unless Barry Scott drops by.'
'Is he in one of their plays, then?'
'Antibac and Cleopatra.'
'Oh, yes…"Once more unto the bleach" and all that.'
'Stirring stuff, Pooh.'