HAMM: Routine. One never knows. (Pause.) Last night I saw inside my breast. There was a big sore.
CLOV: Pah! You saw your heart.
HAMM: No, it was living. (Pause. Anguished.) Clov!
CLOV: Yes.
HAMM: What's happening?
CLOV: Something is taking its course. (Pause.)
HAMM: Clov!
CLOV (impatiently): What is it?
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!
Samuel Beckett - End Game