A metafictional moment, when Ros yells "FIRE" and wonders why no one's leaving their seats.
Guildenstern waxing philosophical, only for Rosencrantz to take his musings completely literally:
Guil: I'm him, you see. Ros: Who am I then? Guil: You're yourself.
Multiple characters looking around after hearing Guildenstern's outburst:
Guildenstern: You know what to do. Rosencrantz: What? Guildenstern: Are you stupid? Rosencrantz: Pardon? Guildenstern: Are you deaf? Rosencrantz: Did you speak? Guildenstern:(realizing what he's doing) Not now. Rosencrantz: Statement. Guildenstern:NOT NOW!(It echos and he and Rosencrantz both look around, as do all the players.)
A brilliant little moment poking fun at the increasingly philosophical story:
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern introduce themselves to the Players...or, try to, anyway.
Rosencrantz: My name is Guildenstern, and this is Rosencrantz. (Guildenstern whispers in his ear) I'm sorry — his name's Guildenstern, and I'm Rosencrantz.
Guildenstern's long pause before telling Rosencrantz, "...I think I'm going to kill you."
Rosencrantz dropping a leather ball and a feather.
Rosencrantz: You would think this would fall faster than this, wouldn't you? (drops them) ...And you'd be absolutely right.
Rosencrantz finds a set of pots arranged like a Newton's Cradle. When he swings a pot back to demonstrate the effect to Guildenstern, they hit and shatter.
Rosencrantz, wearing his sleep mask, moves to blow out the bedside candle and misses completely.
Rosencrantz wakes up with the prow of a pirate's ship crashed through the wall. He's still groggy and mistakes the figurehead on it for a real woman. Just he tries to kiss it, the boat pulls back and carries her/it away.
Rosencrantz builds a paper airplane and it flies around the castle before returning to him. When he next shows it to Guildenstern, it's an origami biplane. Guildenstern crumples it.
Rosencrantz and his giant sandwich.
Rosencrantz's outrage coming out of the "hawk from a handsaw" scene.
Rosencrantz repeating Guildenstern as Guildenstern shouts at The Player that nobody can act death.
Guildenstern: Actors! What do you know about death? Mechanics of cheap melodrama! Rosencrantz: Cheap melodrama! Guildenstern: Doesn't bring death home to anyone. Rosencrantz: Not a home to anyone! Guildenstern:[to Ros] Shut up. Rosencrantz: Shut up!
Rosencrantz mimicking animal noises.
Guildenstern's diapproving head shakes.
Rosencrantz trying to introduce themselves to the English King:
English King: Who are you? Rosencrantz: We are Guildenstern and Rosencrantz. English King: Which is which? Rosencrantz: Well, I'm Guildenstern and— Guildenstern: He's Rosencrantz. Rosencrantz: Exactly.
This exchange, after the Player has none too subtly hinted that the traveling company of actors supplement their income with prostitution:
Rosencrantz: You're not exclusively players? The Player: We are inclusively players.