Long Day's Journey Into Night
I hope, sometime, without meaning it, I will take an overdose. I never could do it deliberately. The Blessed Virgin would never forgive me, then.
More of your morbidness! There's nothing wrong with life. It's we who –
"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves that we are underlings." (4.1.145)
You're the limit! At the Last Judgment, you'll be around telling everyone it's in the bag.
And I'll be right. Slip a piece of change to the Judge and be saved, but if you're broke you can go to hell!
He grins at this blasphemy and Edmund has to laugh. (4.1.201-202)