Do you know what a playwright is? A playwright is someone who lets his guts hang out on the stage. - Edward Albee

If you spend a hundred bucks, or more, to go to the theatre, something should happen to you. Maybe somebody should be asking you some questions about your values, or about the way you think about things. Maybe you should come out of the theatre, something haven happened to you. Maybe you should be changing, or thinking about changing. But if you just go there, and the only thing you worry about is where you left the damn car, then you wasted a hundred bucks.

NICK [smiles at MARTHA. Then, to GEORGE, indicating a side table near the hall]: May I leave my drink here?

GEORGE [as NICK exits without waiting for a reply]: Yeah . . . sure . . . why not? We've got half-filled glasses everywhere in the house, wherever Martha forgets she's left them...in the linen closet, on the edge of the bathtub....I even found one in the freezer, once.

MARTHA [Amused in spite of herself]: You did not!

GEORGE: Yes I did.

MARTHA [ibid.]: You did not!

GEORGE [Giving HONEY her brandy]: Yes I did. [To HONEY] Brandy doesn't give you a hangover?

HONEY: I never mix. And then, I don't drink very much, either.

GEORGE [Grimaces behind her back]: Oh...that's good. Your...your husband was telling me about the ...chromosomes.

MARTHA [Ugly]: The What?

GEORGE: The chromosomes, Martha...the genes, or whatever they are. [To HONEY] You've got quite a ...terrifying husband.

HONEY [As if she's being joshed]: Ohhhhhhhhh....

GEORGE: No, really. He's quite terrifying, with his chromosomes, and all.

MARTHA: He's in the Math Department.

GEORGE: No, Martha...he's a biologist.

MARTHA [Her voice rising]: He's in the Math Department!

HONEY [Timidly]: Uh...biology.

MARTHA [Unconvinced]: Are you sure?

HONEY [With a little giggle]: Well, I ought to. [Then as an afterthought] Be.

MARTHA [Grumpy]: I suppose so. I don't know who said he was in the Math Department.

GEORGE: You did, Martha.

MARTHA [By way of irritable explanation]: Well, I can't be expected to remember everything. I meet fifteen new teachers and their goddamn wives...present company outlawed, of course...[HONEY nods, smiles sillily]...and I'm supposed to remember everything. [Pause] So? He's a biologist. Good for him. Biology's even better. It's less...abstruse.

GEORGE: Abstract.

MARTHA: ABSTRUSE! In the sense of recondite. [Sticks her tongue out at GEORGE] Don't you tell me words. Biology's even better. It's...right at the meat of things.
[NICK re-enters]
You're right at the meat of things,

Lady, you can’t fuck a metaphor.