waiting for darcy -- scene one
VLADIMIR: Nothing to be done.
(Miss Elizabeth Bennett approaches.)
MISS BENNETT: Surely, Mr. Putin, something can be done, if only we put our minds to it.
VLADIMIR: My mind, or my boot?
MISS BENNETT: It is an exceedingly disagreeable boot, dear sir, but it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a foot must be in want of a boot.
VLADIMIR: The boot. It's not the boot, it's the bones. Everything here is bones or looks like bones.
MISS BENNETT: Still, should we not leave? Otherwise I fear we must be late.
VLADIMIR: We can't leave. We can't be late. We can't wait. We have to wait.