A Das Genie braucht was zu trinken. Gin oder Scotch?
B Zwei Scotch. Und wenn ich sie allein trinken muss.

Jean Negulesco, Humoresque


Why am I afraid to dance, I who love music and rhythm and grace and song and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, I who love life and the beauty of flesh and the living colors of earth and sky and sea? Why am I afraid of love, I who love love? Why am I afraid, I who am not afraid? Why must I pretend to scorn in order to pity? Why must I hide myself in selfcontempt in order to understand? ... Why must I live in a cage like a criminal, defying and hating, I who love peace and friendship? ... I love, you love, we love! Come! Rest! Relax! Let go your clutch on the world! Dim and dimmer! Fading out in the past behind! Gone! Death! Be born! Awake! Live! Dissolve into dew – into silence – into night – into earth – into space – into peace – into meaning – into joy – into God – into the Grat God Pan!

Eugene O`Neill, "Der Große Gott Brown"


A (nimmt ein Glas, trinkt, schüttelt sich) Was ist das?
B Nagellackentferner. Du kannst ihn mit etwas Soda strecken.

Woody Allen, Bullets over Broadway