(Blithe Spirit)

CHARLES: I feel strangely peaceful - I suppose...I shall wake up eventually...
ELVIRA: Put your head back.
CHARLES: Like that?
ELVIRA: Can you feel anything?
CHARLES: Only a very little breeze through my hair...
ELVIRA: Well, that' s better than nothing.
CHARLES: I suppose if I am really out of my mind they' ll put me in an asylum.
ELVIRA: Don't worry about that... - just relax -
CHARLES: Poor Ruth...
ELVIRA: To hell with Ruth.

CURTAIN

(Noel Coward)