"Where's my hat? I'm getting out of here. I'm not staying in this place a moment longer! I'm surrounded by vipers. Betrayal on every side! I've been crushed! The life blood is draining from me! The load is too great! ... More, more, more-- I can't give any more, I have nothing more to give. I want a tranquil senility. I'm a grown man. I don't want to go on painting my face night after night, wearing clothes that are not my own. This is my work, my life's work. I'm an actor, but who cares if I go out there tonight or any other night and shorten my life?"
