Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika
Harper: When your heart breaks, you should die. But there's still the rest of you. There's your breasts, and your genitals, and they're amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don't get it, they just want him. Want him. (1.2.8)
Roy: [...] Sit. Talk.
Belize: Mr. Cohn. I'd rather suck the pus out of an abscess. [...]
Roy: Oh forchristake. Whatta I gotta do? Beg? I don't want to be alone. (1.5.25)
Prior: "Each angel is an infinite aggregate myriad entity" (2.2.62).