We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our

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!

If I Was Dead, I Wouldn't Know I Was Dead. That's The Only Thing I Have Against Death. I Want To Enjoy My Death.

In My Head There Are Several Windows, That I Do Know, But Perhaps It Is Always The Same One, Open Variously On The Parading Universe.

Never But The One Matter. The Dead And Gone. The Dying And Going. From The Word Go.

To Have Been Always What I Am - And So Changed From What I Was.