Didi: [studied] Hmmmm. Slow is certainly slower. That will never alter. [smiles uncertainly]

Gogo: Pardon? [scratches his head vigorously]

Didi: Slow is probably slower.

Gogo: Than what?

Didi: What then?

Gogo: What than?

Didi: Oh! We are having a conversation! [they move closer to one another, about ten feet apart] Why, less slow, of course. That's how it works.

Gogo: It works?

Didi: Yes. It must.

Gogo: [takes a step closer to Didi, tilts his head to the right, then to the left] If it works,that is, if it is supposed to be this way, I feel--

Didi: [excited] You feel? [scheming, aside:] And he didn't even have to hang himself.

Gogo: [confessing] I had no rope. [Looks at arms. Holds them up for inspection, bends them in several ways, lets them drop limply.] And these won't bend the right way. I feel--[looking for the right words]

Didi: A landmark achievement. What has it done for you?

Gogo: --Stupid.

Didi: [mimicking Gogo] It has done for you stupid. [sarcastic] That adds clarity.

Gogo: [gesturing with his hands,extending them far from his body on either side] No. That is how I feel.

Didi: With your hands out like this? [holds his arms in a like proximity to his own body] I suppose that works to feel if what you want to feel is out here [gestures out with his hands again] But what if what you want to perceive is right in front of you? [suddenly surprised] Estragon? Gogo!

Gogo: Vladimir? Didi! [They run together and hug. They dance in a circle. They break apart and back away rapidly.]

Gogo: [ventures] I love you.

Didi: And I [blushes] like you. [Both sigh contentedly]

Didi: I suppose that added excitement.

Gogo: [Nods in agreement] Anyway, it passed the time.

Didi: How do you mean?

Gogo: We both felt. Did we not?

Didi: What? Stupid?

Gogo: [macho] Are you calling me stupid?

Didi: No. We both felt stupid. I mean, a sense of contentedness with being together.

Gogo: [holds out arms] Yes, but my arms. Still won't do.

Didi: [looks at tree] Safe to say we both felt. And without even having to hang ourselves. I suppose that makes a difference.

Gogo: Why [observes tree] would we have to do that?

Didi: Why, to feel of course. [amused at his own words] Why to feel? Of course! To why feel. Course of. [concludes] Semantics is tricky business.

Gogo: [looks at arms] Ohhh! [recognition. loss of habituation]

Didi: Yes. Of course. [smug grin]

Gogo: They are [swings arms] my arms.

Didi: But it scarcely matters. What matter is--

Gogo: [excited] Is?

Didi: is--

Gogo: [unrestrained. jumping up and down] IS!?

Didi: [notices an axe protruding from the tree] Oh, that is a difference in things.

Gogo: [affected. sagely] What matters is a difference in things. [savors the thought]

Didi: More excitement!

Gogo: [Looks around] It is, I suppose, a very small difference. Yes. Subtle.

Didi: And that is what matters.

Gogo: No, not in things.

Didi: Oh [obtusely], you mean now. [smiles knowingly]

Gogo: [accomplished] Yes, not in things.

Didi: It is, I suppose, an extraordinarily subtle difference.

Gogo: I wouldn't know. I feel stupid.

Didi: [angry] Not that again. [spits] Nothing to be done. [in retrospect] At least, not yet. Soon we will get our just desserts. [looks at Gogo] Merde! They beat you again!

Gogo: [nurses imaginary wounds] It isn't so bad. Besides, there were no--

Didi: Latent homosexual tendencies involved?

Gogo: Yes.

Didi: There were?

Gogo: No, that is not what I meant.

Didi: Mint?

Gogo: No, meant. Yes, there were no latent homosexual tendencies involved. It was just a standard beating. Nothing got accomplished. No, there weren't. Yes, there weren't. No and yes sometimes mean the same thing.

Didi: I see.

Gogo: What? A sea?

Didi: No, where? [confused] You see a sea? My eyes are no good.

Gogo: [meekly] Behind the tree?

Didi: Now I have seen everything. How I have wanted always to see the sea. [romanticizes] We could be in love there.

Gogo: I wouldn't feel comfortable.

Didi: Well then, neither would I. [folds arms and places his back to Gogo]

Gogo: Nobody loves me. [pouts, kicks at the ground]

Didi: [pouts] I'm sorry. [hugs Gogo, shocked, jumps back] They beat you!

Gogo: [frantic, looks around] Who?

Didi: They!

Gogo: Still are. [nods assuredly]

Didi: Here. [leads Gogo to the tree] We'll see the sea. [they look behind the tree. After a moment of viewing:] Uh-huh.

Gogo: [studies] Yup.

Didi: I'm enriched.

Gogo: I too.

Didi: However, not wise to leave.

Gogo: You're right. Going there would make it much less significant.
[Suddenly, both characters realize that they have their backs to the audience. They turn again to face the audience and walk upstage]

Didi: Exactly.

Gogo: And what else.

Didi: Why does there have to be more? [gestures to the audience] Isn't this enough?

Gogo: One would think. Still. It never is.

Didi: But what would happen if we watched with them?

[Estragon and Didi walk out to the audience and look up at the stage]

Gogo: That about says it all.

Didi: You said it. [Pauses.] We shouldn't be here.

Gogo: Why not?

Didi: If we leave... [looks back at the audience]

Gogo: If we leave?

Didi: A location change will only remain interesting for a while and then when that wears off [he begins to drone] we'll just be the same people again in a location that has again grown boring and then there will be feelings of inadequacy and because of that we'll--

Gogo: So you are saying?

Didi: Some people watch and some people live. Some people just go through the motions.

Gogo: [Remembering] OH! We have to go back there. [beckons to the stage]. We'll miss Godot. He will be here soon.

Didi: Here?

Gogo: No! There. [gestures to the stage] I think--

Didi: Don't think, thinking hurts. [Didi and Gogo walk back on stage. Assume positions front center]

Gogo: Godot, when he gets here, will be of the utmost importance. [retrieves an orange from his pocket and bites into it]

Didi: And important subtle differences in things make a difference.

Gogo: I'll wait. I can't stand being alone.

Didi: [startled] Oh! Would you like me to leave so you can be alone with Godot when he arrives?

Gogo: And where go?

Didi: [speculates] Perhaps Gondwanaland.

Gogo: Could I [meekly] go?

Didi: Aha! So you would like me to leave! Very well. [walks in circles around stage]

Gogo: [walks in zig zags across stage. he whistles a happy tune. They bump into each other momentarily]

Didi: Fancy meeting you here.

Gogo: [looks at sky] Charming weather.

Didi: Indeed, chipper. [studies the ground]

Gogo: [looks lost] Is that all there is then? I have not accomplished the things I thought I would have accomplished.

Didi: [looks at the ground] Nothing to be done.

Gogo: It is almost over. [grieves] I always hate the ending. Will you sometimes be what you are not so that I will become what I was so then we can be what we are again?

Didi: [lies down] None of this means anything to me.

Gogo: [lies down] Maybe it isn't supposed to. [moments pass]

Didi: I [pauses] do [pauses] love [pauses] you. [moments pass]