- [first lines]
- Clov: Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.
- [last lines]
- Hamm: You cried for night; it falls: now cry in darkness. Nicely put, that. And now? Moments for nothing, now as always, time was never and time is over, reckoning closed and story ended. If he could have his child with him... It was the moment I was waiting for. You don't want to abandon him? You want him to bloom while you are withering? Be there to solace your last million last moments? He doesn't realize, all he knows is hunger, and cold, and death to crown it all. But you! You ought to know what the earth is like, nowadays. Oh I put him before his responsibilities! Well, there we are, there I am, that's enough. Yes, truly!
- [blows the whistle - Clov makes no sound]
- Hamm: Good.
- Hamm: Father? Father! Good. We're coming. And to end up with? Discard.
- [throws away dog]
- Hamm: With my compliments.
- [throws away whistle]
- Hamm: Clov! No? Good. Since that's the way we're playing it, let's play it that way and speak no more about it. Speak no more. Old stancher! You... remain.