Constança: Die? Not me. Queen doesn´t die, they turn into glitter.
Dramakris: I´ll find Caligula and suicide.
Constança: So take and harp and play Nero! Caligula doesn´t committed suicide, but Cleopatra did.
Dramakris: What a great artist the world will lose and gain after my reentrée…The harp is a naked piano. Oh, I will do a great orgy and die.
Constança: Oh, death. Our employees or maids should do this for us.
Dramakris: Why don´t you shut up, mighty queen?
Constança: You´re old fashion and corny. You´re the night´s flower of the blue nightclub.
Dramakris: Osama Bin Laden is a homeless Santa Claus, a dirty sorcerer.
Constança: I was only organizing the chaos. I´ll not stop with the theatre. I´ll have my revenge in London.
Dramakris: Stop quibbling, stop your petty quarells.
Constança: Are you back, Dramakris?
Dramakris: Yes, I´m back to the theather.
Constança: You play hard to get, you´re always taking your sweet ass while crossing the road.
Dramakris: You don’t know how I was really in crisis.
Constança: You´re a sex shop cup, an used sex shop cup. Do you like this kind of image? Do you think is a beckettian one?
Dramakris: No, I´d rather see Eid Ribeiro adapting “First Love”, Beckett´s novel. I think it´s better.