The Dresser1983

Norman:
I had a friend...

Sir:
Oh by Christ's sake! I'm sick of your friends. A motley crew they are: pathetic, lonely, despairing!

Norman:
That's nice, isn't it?

Sir:
I beg your pardon. Uncalled for! Count myself as your friend!

Norman:
Never despairing!

Sir:
I have apologized!

Norman:
Never, NEVER despairing! Well perhaps, sometimes at night, or at Christmas, when you can't get a job in a pantomime! But not once inside the building! Never! Pathetic maybe, but not ungrateful. Too mindful of one's lot, as the saying goes. No duke is more privy t'is beauty, he is spring and summer! Here pain is bearable. And never lonely, not here. For he today, that sheds his blood with me... Soft no doubt, sensitive, that's my nature; easily hurt, that's a virtue. I'm not here for reasons of my own either. No-one could accuse me of base motive. I got what I want! I don't need anyone to know it. Inadequate? Yes! But never NEVER, despairing!