No Painting Is More Replete Than Mondrian's.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?

Deplorable Mania, When Something Happens, To Inquire What.

Hamm: We're Not Beginning To... To... Mean Something? Clov: Mean Something! You And I, Mean Something! (brief Laugh.) Ah That's A Good One!

Make Sense Who May. I Switch Off.

Estragon: I Can't Go On Like This. Vladimir: That's What You Think.