George and Martha
GEORGE: Once... once, when I was sailing past Majorca, drinking on deck with a correspondent who was talking about Roosevelt, the moon went down, thought about it for a little... considered it, you know what I mean,... and then, POP, came up again. Just like that.
MARTHA: That is not true! That is such a lie!
GEORGE: You must not call everything a lie, Martha. (To NICK) Must she?
NICK: Hell, I don't know when you people are lying, or what.
MARTHA: You're damned right!
GEORGE: You're not supposed to.
- Edward Albee, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
