Noises Off...1992

Frederick Dallas:
Alright, I see all that.

Lloyd Fellowes:
Oh no.

Frederick Dallas:
I just don't know why I take them.

Lloyd Fellowes:
Freddy love, why does anyone do anything? Why does that other idiot go out of the front door holding two plates of sardines? I mean, I'm not getting at you, love.

Gary:
Of course not, Lloyd. I mean, why do I? Jesus, when you come to think about it, why *do* I?

Lloyd Fellowes:
Who knows?

Gary:
Who knows. You see, Freddy?

Lloyd Fellowes:
The wellsprings of human action are deep and cloudy. Maybe something happened to you when you were a very, very, very small child that made you frightened to let go of groceries.

Belinda:
Or it could be genetic.

Gary:
Yes, or it could be... you know.

Lloyd Fellowes:
Could-could well be.

Frederick Dallas:
Of course, thank you. I understand all that, but...

Lloyd Fellowes:
Freddy love, I'm telling you I don't know. I-I don't think the *author* knows. I don't know why the author came into this industry in the first place. I don't know why any of us came into it.

Frederick Dallas:
All the same, if you could just give me a reason I could keep in my mind.

Lloyd Fellowes:
Alright, I'll give you a reason then. You carry those groceries into the study, Freddy honey, because it's just slightly after midnight, and we're not going to be finished before we open tomorrow night - Correction. Before we open TONIGHT!