Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
George: Be careful, Martha…I'll rip you to pieces.
Martha: You aren't man enough…you haven't the guts.
George: Total war?
Martha: Total. (2.673-2.676)
George: "And the west, encumbered by crippling alliances, and hardened with a morality too rigid to accommodate itself to the swing of events, must…eventually…fall." (2.191)
Martha: The gelding's all upset. Ha, ha, ha, HA!
Nick: You…you swing wild, don't you? […]
Martha: HAH! I'm a Gatling gun.
Nick: (In wonder) Aimless…butchery. Pointless. (3.62-3.66)