: Uncertainty is the normal state. You're nobody special.

;But for goodness' sake what are we supposed to do?!

: Relax, respond. That's what people do. You can't go through life questioning your situation at every turn.

; But we don't know what's going on, or what to do with ourselves. We don't know how to act.

: Act natural. You know why you're here at least

; We only know what we're told, and that's little enough. And for all we know, it isn't even true.

: For all anyone knows, nothing is. Everything has to be taken on trus; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It is the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume?

- Hamlet is not himself. Outside or in. We have to glean what afflicts him.

; He's - melancholy.

: Melancholy?

- Mad.

: How is he mad?

- Ah?... How is he mad?

; More morose than mad perhaps.

: Melancholy.

; Moody.

- He has moods.

: Of moroseness?

; Madness. And yet...

- Quite.

; For instance.

- He talks to himself, which might be madness.

; If he didn't talk sense, which he does.

- Which suggests the opposite.

: Of what?

; I think I've got it. A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.

- Or just as mad.

; Or just as mad.

- And he does both.

; So there you go.

- Stark raving sane.

: Why?

; Ah?... Why?

- Exactly.

; Exactly what?

- Exactly why.

; Exactly why what?

- What?

; Why?

- Why what exactly?

; Why is he mad?!

- I don't know!

: The old man thinks he's in love with his daughter.

- Good gracious! We're out of our depths here.

: No, no, no... he hasn't got a daughter... the old man thinks he's in love with his daughter.

- The old man is?

: Hamlet, in love, with the old man's daughter, the old man thinks.

- Ha! It's beginning to make sense