Waiting for Godot

by Samuel Beckett

Funny, the more you eat the worse it gets. VLADIMIR: With me it’s just the opposite. ESTRAGON: In other words? VLADIMIR: I get used to the muck as I go along.

Nothing happens, nobody comes, nobody goes, it’s awful!

I missed you . . . and at the same time I was happy. Isn’t that a queer thing?

What do we do now, now that we are happy?