“Well, ah tied on, percht on mah bed ah was,
Sticken' a needle in mah arm, Ah tied off,
Fucken wings burst out mah back!”

“A wing or a thigh? Ah, I'm afraid we don't have any thighs left.”

“Ah, minstrel song hath many wings!
From foreign lands its wealth it brings.”

“Tis well to be merry and wise,
'Tis well to be honest and true;
'Tis well to be off with the old love,
Before you are on with the new.”

“Ah, well! We live and learn, or, anyway, we live.”

“Jailil: Ah yes. Of course. Well then, without further ado…”

“Ah cannot we
As well as cocks and lions jocund be,
After such pleasures?”

“Krapp: Ah finish your booze now and get to your bed. Go on with this drivel in the morning. Or leave it at that. (Pause.) Leave it at that.”

“Ah jist shrugged, -- Well, as one anarchist plumber sais tae the other: smash the cistern.”

“Ah, Lord, if I doubt You, it is perhaps because You hide Yourself so well.”