Estragon:
We're all born mad. Some remain so.

Vladimir:
Don't go yet.

Pozzo:
I'm going.

Vladimir:
What do you do when you fall far from help?

Pozzo:
We wait till we can get up. Then we go on. On!

Vladimir:
Before you go tell him to sing.

Pozzo:
Who?

Vladimir:
Lucky.

Pozzo:
To sing?

Vladimir:
Yes. Or to think. Or to recite.

Pozzo:
But he is dumb.

Vladimir:
Dumb!

Pozzo:
Dumb. He can't even groan.

Vladimir:
Dumb! Since when?

Pozzo:
Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

Estragon:
Didi?

Vladimir:
Yes.

Estragon:
I can't go on like this.

Vladimir:
That's what you think.

Estragon:
If we parted? It might be better for us.

Vladimir:
We'll hang ourselves tomorrow. Unless Godot comes.

Estragon:
And if he comes?

Vladimir:
We'll be saved.

Vladimir:
Well? Shall we go?

Estragon:
Yes, let's go.