INEZ: Don't be too sure… I crept inside her skin, she saw the world through my eyes.
When she left him, I had her on my hands. We shared a bed-sitting-room at the other end
of the town.

INEZ: Three.

INEZ: Three.

INEZ: Three.

GARCIN: Yes, a brute, if you like. But a well-beloved brute. (Far-away look comes to
his eyes.) No, it's nothing. Only Gomez, and he's not talking about me… What were you
saying? Yes, a brute. Certainly. Else why should I be here? Your turn.

GARCIN: Yes, a brute, if you like. But a well-beloved brute. (Far-away look comes to
his eyes.) No, it's nothing. Only Gomez, and he's not talking about me… What were you
saying? Yes, a brute. Certainly. Else why should I be here? Your turn.

INEZ: Why did you hurt her like that?

INEZ: Why did you hurt her like that?

INEZ: You know already. There's nothing more to learn.

INEZ: You know already. There's nothing more to learn.

ESTELLE: Don't touch me.

ESTELLE: Don't touch me.

INEZ: To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore.
Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out— but
you can't prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away
like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I'm certain you…

INEZ: To forget about the others? How utterly absurd! I feel you there, in every pore.
Your silence clamors in my ears. You can nail up your mouth, cut your tongue out— but
you can't prevent your being there. Can you stop your thoughts? I hear them ticking away
like a clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, and I'm certain you…

ESTELLE: It's her fault; she started. I didn't ask anything of her and she came and
offered me her-her glass.

ESTELLE: It's her fault; she started. I didn't ask anything of her and she came and
offered me her-her glass.

GARCIN: Quite so; not a word. I stuck my fingers in my ears, but your voices thudded in
my brain. Silly chatter. Now will you leave me in peace, you two? I'm not interested in
you.

GARCIN: Quite so; not a word. I stuck my fingers in my ears, but your voices thudded in
my brain. Silly chatter. Now will you leave me in peace, you two? I'm not interested in
you.

GARCIN: Quite so; not a word. I stuck my fingers in my ears, but your voices thudded in
my brain. Silly chatter. Now will you leave me in peace, you two? I'm not interested in
you.

ESTELLE: A pimple? Oh, how simply foul! Where!