Cervantes: I don’t fucking get how you guys like the Quixote better than the Galatea.
… Wait, does this mean I beat Lope de Vega?
Lope de Vega: Do you think I could get royalties on that?
Tolkien: *endlessly lectures Peter Jackson*
Lewis: … how come he gets six movies and I get three.
Tolkien: (Your allegories are silly and I told you so.)
Austen: I really don’t think that was the point. /creates blog called Zombie Snark
Brontë I & II: OMG SO DREAMY
Brontë III: I wish I was still dead.
Victor Hugo: WHY ARE ALL MY CHARACTERS SINGING?
Dumas père: *lurks into the BBC headquarters**skulks towards the big wigs*
I’m thinking 35% of all revenue, myself.
One adaptation down, a gazillion to go!
Dumas fils: WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY FATHER ALREADY TOOK THE ROYALTIES?