VLADIMIR: I missed you . . . and at the same time I was happy. Isn't that a strange thing?ESTRAGON: (shocked). Happy?VLADIMIR: Perhaps it's not quite the right word.ESTRAGON: And now?VLADIMIR: Now? . . . (Joyous.) There you are again . . . (Indifferent.) There we are again. . .(Gloomy.) There I am again.

Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.

Until the day when, your endurance gone, in this world for you without arms, you catch up in yours the first mangy cur you meet, carry it for the time needed for it to love it and you it, then throw it away.

Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.