HAMM: Is my dog ready?
CLOV: He lacks a leg.
HAMM: Is he silky?
CLOV: He's kind of a Pomeranian.
HAMM: Go and get him.
CLOV: He lacks a leg.
HAMM: Go and get him!
(Exit Clov.) We're getting on.
(Enter Clov holding by one of its three legs a black toy dog.)
CLOV: Your dogs are here.
(He hands the dog to Hamm who feels it, fondles it.)
HAMM: He's white, isn't he?
CLOV: Nearly.
HAMM: What do you mean, nearly? Is he white or isn't he?
CLOV: He isn't.
(Pause.)
HAMM: You've forgotten the sex.
CLOV (vexed): But he isn't finished. The sex goes on at the end.
(Pause.)
HAMM: You haven't put on his ribbon.
CLOV (angrily): But he isn't finished, I tell you! First you finish your dog and then you put on his ribbon!
(Pause.)
HAMM: Can he stand?
CLOV: I don't know.
HAMM: Try. (He hands the dog to Clov who places it on the ground.) Well?
CLOV: Wait!
(He squats down and tries to get the dog to stand on its three legs, fails, lets it go. The dog falls on its side.)
HAMM (impatiently): Well?
CLOV: He's standing.
HAMM (groping for the dog): Where? Where is he?
(Clov holds up the dog in a standing position.)
CLOV: There.
(He takes Hamm's hand and guides it towards the dog's head.)
HAMM (his hand on the dog's head): Is he gazing at me?
CLOV: Yes.
HAMM (proudly): As if he were asking me to take him for a walk?
CLOV: If you like.
HAMM (as before): Or as if he were begging me for a bone.
(He withdraws his hand.) Leave him like that, standing there imploring me.

Samuel Becket, from 'Endgame'