GEORGE. (returning to the portable bar) But the years have brought to Martha a sense of essentials…the knowledge that cream is for coffee, lime juice for pies…and alcohol (brings Martha her drink) pure and simple…here you are, angel…for the pure and simple. (Raises his glass.) For the mind’s blind eye, the heart’s ease, and the liver’s craw. Down the hatch, all.
MARTHA. (To them all.) Cheers, dears. (They all drink.) You have a poetic nature, George…a Dylan Thomas-y quality that gets me right where I live.
[from Edward Albee’s “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?”]