Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?1966

Martha:
George is bogged down in the history department. [chuckles] He's an old bog in the history department. That's what George is. A bog. A fen. A GD swamp!

[Martha, Nick, and Honey all share a laugh while a dour George looks on.]

Martha:
A swamp! [to George] Hey, swamp! Hey swampy!

George:
Yes, Martha? Can I get you something?

Martha:
Ah… well, sure! You can, um, light my cigarette, if you're of a mind to.

George:
No. There are limits. I mean, a man can put up with only so much without he descends a rung or two on the, uh, old evolutionary ladder, which is up your [Nick's] line. Now, I will, uh, hold your hand when it's dark and you're afraid of the boogeyman, and I will tote your gin bottles out after midnight so no one can see, but I will not light your cigarette. And that, as they say, is that.

Martha:
Jesus!