Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Nick: You're all crazy: nuts.
Martha: Awww, 'tis the refuge we take when the unreality of the world weighs too heavy on our tiny heads.[…]Relax; sink into it; you're no better than anybody else. ( 3.18-3.19)
Martha: HAH! I'm a Gatling gun.
Nick: (In wonder) Aimless…butchery. Pointless. (3.65-3.66)
Martha: Truth and illusion, George; you don't know the difference.
George: No, but we must carry on as though we did.
Martha: Amen. (3.161-3.163)