Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Martha (still softly): I said, make me a drink.
George (Moving to the portable bar) Well, I don't suppose a nightcap'd kill either on of us…(1.54-1.55)
Martha: George […] is and old bog in the History Department. (1.448)
Martha: I got into a pair of gloves myself. […] I let go sort of a roundhouse right […] CRASH, [George] landed…flat…in a huckleberry bush! (1.502-1.504)