Film/show in one sentence only.

You’re a big man but you’re out of shape, this is a full time job for me , now behave yourself!
 
If little red riding hood should show up with a bazooka and a bad attitude, I expect you to chin the bitch
 
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
 
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