Under the Volcano

Geoffrey Firmin:
Hell is my natural habitat.

Geoffrey Firmin:
How, unless you drink as I do, can you hope to understand the beauty of an old indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?

[repeated line]

Geoffrey Firmin:
Are you listening, Fernando?

Geoffrey Firmin:
Have a drink with me.

Yvonne Firmin:
No, you'll have one. I'll cheer.

Yvonne Firmin:
[dressed to go to the fiesta] Ready?

Geoffrey Firmin:
[surprised] You are... you are...

Yvonne Firmin:
Thank you.

Hugh Firmin:
Geoff, what possess you?

Geoffrey Firmin:
Sobriety, I'm afraid. Too much moderation. I need drink desperatly to get my balance on.

Geoffrey Firmin:
No si puede vivir sin amar.

Yvonne Firmin:
What?

Geoffrey Firmin:
One cannot live without love.

Geoffrey Firmin:
There is nothing more real than magic.

Geoffrey Firmin:
He on whose heart the dust of Mexico has lain, will find no peace in any other land.

Geoffrey Firmin:
The whole world will learn to laugh at the sight of stinking cadavers. Oh, ha! Ha! Ha! Bloody, ha! Ha! Ha!

Geoffrey Firmin:
Hugh! Where are you? Where can the young pup be? Hugh! An emissary calls! The Consul of Cuckold's Haven! Come and give the wife a welcome back kiss!

Yvonne Firmin:
Well, I'd like to have a bath. Have your drink.

Geoffrey Firmin:
Knock! Knock!

Yvonne Firmin:
Who's there?

Geoffrey Firmin:
Cat.

Yvonne Firmin:
Cat who?

Geoffrey Firmin:
Catastrophe.

Geoffrey Firmin:
Hey! There it is! We ought to go - to the fiesta!

Yvonne Firmin:
What? Now?

Geoffrey Firmin:
Yes, it will be all gone tomorrow. I mean, we ought to. Unless, of course, you're too fagged?

Yvonne Firmin:
They look so serene.

Geoffrey Firmin:
Our ever present guardian angels.

Yvonne Firmin:
Popocat?petl and his sleeping lady. We should pay them a visit.

Geoffrey Firmin:
Now, that's the spirit. After the bulls, we'll pop up old Popo and look into the hot heart of the volcano.

Geoffrey Firmin:
I mustn't judge others - as I judge myself.