Leonora:
[Describing her attempted suicide, to Cenci] "You'll be sorry when I'm dead, Bernard," I said to myself. "It may be a mortal sin, but it'll break your lousy heart, Bernard," I said to myself. I dressed up in all my finery, I even had my hair done up in curls. I set the table for two, with candles... and I swallowed every goddamned thing I could lay my hands on: aspirin, disprin, veganin, codeine, the lot. I lay down on the sofa, the music was playing, I drifted off down a cool river toward the sea... if ya' gotta' go, that's the way to do it. Like in a poem. Except, I became violently sick. I staggered out to the loo. I could hardly make it. I started to go blind. I was puking like a drunken sailor. I slipped and fell and I broke my bloody hip. And that's how he found me. Do you know what Bernard said to me?
Leonora: [Chuckles ruefully, then mockingly imitates Bernard with a silly voice] You could have killed yourself, honey.
Leonora: [Chuckles ruefully, then mockingly imitates Bernard with a silly voice] You could have killed yourself, honey.
Leonora:
[singing] Hush little baby, cry no more. Father's gone fishing, mother's a whore. Back in the morning, to guard your life, with two short prayers, and a carving knife.
Leonora:
[song] Oh that I were where I would be, / There would I be where I am not; / But where I am there I must be, / And where I would be I can not.
Leonora:
There were two mice fell in a bucket of milk, one yelled for help and drowned, the other kept pedaling around until, in the morning, he found himself on top of butter.
