Tonight I find Hilda and say sorry. And make promise I won't beat her no more. You hear me, Boet Sam? — Athol Fugard

Hally: It’s a bloody awful world when you come to think of it. People can be real bastards.

Sam: That’s the way it is, Hally.

Hally: It doesn’t have to be that way. There is something called progress you know. We don’t exactly burn people at the stake anymore.

Don’t talk crap, Hally! You don’t even know what the word ‘sympathy’ means.

Hally: Not many intellectuals are prepared to shovel manure with the peasants then go home and write a ‘little book’ called War and Peace. Incidentally, Sam, he was somebody else who, to quote, ‘…did not distinguish himself scholastically.