LEAF 1 : I did not wish for a future, and yet a future has come.
LEAF 2: That is life.
LEAF 1: I did not wish for a sadness, but yet a sadness has fallen.
LEAF 2: That is love.
LEAF 1: I did not wish for beasts and vermin to tumble from my eye sockets and drown in the pool of my own bile.
LEAF 2: That is slainte.
LEAF 1: I did not wis--wait. Did you just say "slawnchah?"
LEAF 2: Slainte. It's Irish for good faith, I think. I saw it on a beer coaster at Bennigan's once and--
LEAF 1: SLAINTE? SLAINTE? I've been writing my lines for months and you come out here and free associate? My agent is out there tonight!
LEAF 2: What? You have an agent?!
A mime runs across the stage and falls asleep halfway, holding a card that reads:
FIN.
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