*is reminded strongly of a Monty Python sketch...*
"How long has it been?"
"Isn't that a bit of a personal question?"
"I mean how long has it been since we've eaten?"
"Never mind, I'll start again. How long has it been?"
"You can eat me, I've got a gammy leg and I won't last much longer."
"But he's not got enough fat on him!"
"You can have some of me, then."
"All right, so we'll have Johnson's leg and his arm..."
VLADIMIR: That passed the time.
ESTRAGON: It would have passed in any case.
VLADIMIR: Yes, but not so rapidly.
ESTRAGON: What do we do now?
VLADIMIR: I don't know.
ESTRAGON: Let's go.
VLADIMIR: We can't.
ESTRAGON: Why not?
VLADIMIR: We're waiting for Godot.
ESTRAGON: (despairingly). Ah!