The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This

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!

There Is No Use Indicting Words, They Are No Shoddier Than What They Peddle.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind

You're On Earth. There's No Cure For That.

I Pause To Record That I Feel In Extraordinary Form. Delirium Perhaps.