Waiting for Godot

VLADIMIR: That passed the time. ESTRAGON: It would have passed in any case. VLADIMIR: Yes, but not so rapidly. [Pause.] ESTRAGON: What do we do now? VLADIMIR: I don't know.

VLADIMIR: [sententious] To every man his little cross. [He sighs.] Till he dies. [Afterthought.] And is forgotten.

ESTRAGON: In the meantime let us try and converse calmly, since we are incapable of keeping silent. VLADIMIR: You're right, we're inexhaustible. ESTRAGON: It's so we won't think. VLADIMIR: We have that excuse. ESTRAGON: It's so we won't hear. VLADIMIR: We have our reasons. ESTRAGON: All the dead voices. VLADIMIR: They make a noise like wings.

VLADIMIR: What do they say? ESTRAGON: They talk about their lives. VLADIMIR: To have lived is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: They have to talk about it. VLADIMIR: To be dead is not enough for them. ESTRAGON: It is not sufficient.

VLADIMIR: And where were we yesterday evening according to you? ESTRAGON: How would I know? In another compartment. There's no lack of void. VLADIMIR: [sure of himself] Good. We weren't here yesterday evening. Now what did we do yesterday evening? ESTRAGON: Do? VLADIMIR: Try and remember. ESTRAGON: Do... I suppose we blathered. VLADIMIR: [controlling himself] About what? ESTRAGON: Oh... this and that I suppose, nothing in particular. [With assurance.] Yes, now I remember, yesterday evening we spent blathering about nothing in particular. That's been going on now for half a century.

VLADIMIR: Where are your boots? ESTRAGON: I must have thrown them away. VLADIMIR: When? ESTRAGON: I don't know. VLADIMIR: Why? ESTRAGON: [exasperated] I don't know why I don't know!