Something dripping in my head, ever since the fontanelles.
(Stifled hilarity of Nagg.)
Splash, splash, always on the same spot.
Perhaps it's a little vein.
A little artery.
Whom did you call when you were a tiny boy, and were frightened, in the dark? Your mother? No. Me. We let you cry. Then we moved you out of earshot, so that we might sleep in peace.
I was asleep, as happy as a king, and you woke me up to have me listen to you. It wasn't indispensable, you didn't really need to have me listen to you. (1.561)
HAMM(letting go his toque)
What's he doing?
(Clov raises lid of Nagg's bin, stoops, looks into it. Pause.)
(He closes the lid, straightens up.
Then he's living. (1.629-630)