“A (impatient): Well? B (reading): "... sick headaches... eye trouble... irrational fear of vipers... ear trouble... "--nothing for us there--"... fibroid tumours... pathological horror of songbirds... throat trouble... need of affection... "--we're coming to it--"... inner void... congenital timidity... nose trouble... "--ah! listen to this--"... morbidly sensitive to the opinions of others..." (Looks up.) What did I tell you? A (glum): Tsstss! B: I'll read the whole passage: "... morbidly sensitive to the opinion of others--" (His lamp goes out.) Well! The bulb has blown! (The lamp goes on again.) No, it hasn't! Must be a faulty connection. (Examines the lamp, straightens the flex.) The flex was twisted, now all is well. (Reading.) "... morbidly sensitive--" (The lamp goes out.) Bugger and shit! Pause. (next two lines spoken on top of each other) B: "... morbidly sensitive--" A: Keep your hands off the table. B: What? A: Keep your hands off the table. If it's a connection the least jog can do it. B: (having pulled back his chair a little way): "... morbidly sensitive--" The lamp goes out. B Bangs on the table with his fist. The lamp goes on again. Pause. A: Mysterious affair, electricity.”

“But I tell you what it is; an honest and sensitive man is open; and a business man 'listens and goes on eating' you up.”

“I have said: "Blow out the lamp! Day is here!" And you keep saying: "Give me a lamp so I can find the day.”

“One man may read the Bhagavata by the light of a lamp, and another may commit a forgery by that very light; but the lamp is unaffected. The sun sheds its light on the wicked as well as on the virtuous.”

“There is love like a small lamp, which goes out when the oil is consumed; or like a stream which dries up when it doesn't rain. But there is a love that is like a mighty spring gushing up out of the earth; it keeps flowing forever, and is inexhaustible.”

“You've always been there for me. Always. Even when I…" V"Even when you what?" B"You know." V"What?" B"Fuck. Even when I was in love with you. Or some shit." VButch clasped his hands to his chest. "Was? Was? I can't believe you've lost interest." He threw one arm over his eyes, all Sarah Bernhardt. "My dreams of our future are shattered—" B"Shut it, cop." VButch looked out from under his arm. "Are you kidding me? The reality show I had planned was fantastic. Was going to pitch it to VH1. Two Bites Are Better Than One. We were going to make millions ." B"Oh, for the love.”