All right, be off.
(He leans back in his chair, remains motionless. Clov does not move, heaves a great groaning sigh. Hamm sits up.)
I thought I told you to be off.
(He goes to door, halts.)
Ever since I was whelped. (1.139-140)
And the horizon? Nothing on the horizon?
CLOV(lowering the telescope, turning towards Hamm, exasperated)
What in God's name could there be on the horizon?
The waves, how are the waves?
(He turns the telescope on the waves.)
And the sun?
Why don't you finish us?
I'll tell you the combination of the cupboard if you promise to finish me.
I couldn't finish you.
Then you won't finish me. (1.389-391)