The Short Plays of Harold Pinter

Don’t drop a bollock, Charlie, she’s fond of saying,

This eternal teatime?

You can’t sensibly inquire whether a whore is witty.

He has black eyebrows and black hair on the back of his hands.

I often think that I would love to live happily ever after with you and your young wife. And she would be such a lovely wife to you and I would have the occasional dinner with you both. A dinner I would be quite happy to cook myself, should you both be tired after your long day, as I’m sure you will be.

You should have had a black face, that was your mistake. You could have made a going concern out of it, you could have chalked it up in the book, you could have had two black kids.

How’s tricks in the sticks,

nothing like the sound of steam to keep love warm, to keep it moist, to bring it to the throat, my ebony love, she smiles at me, I touched her.