The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The

I Asked Her To Look At Me And After A Few Moments - (pause) - After A Few Moments She Did, But The Eyes Just Slits, Because Of The Glare I Bent Over Her To Get Them In The Shadow And They Opened. (pause. Low) Let Me In.

Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between An Individual And His Environment.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

Where Am I, I Don't Know, I'll Never Know, In The Silence, In The Silence You Don't Know, You Must Go On, I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.