I can't think how you bear it – this emptiness, the shimmering air, that fierce sun overhead. What's deadlier than the sun? (1.1.2)
I was born here – and yet I have to ask my way, like any stranger. Knock at that door. (1.1.5)
There's someone here. [He goes up to the idiot boy.] Excuse me, sir…
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
We're out of luck. The only one who doesn't run away is a half-wit. (1.1.10-18)