← First of all, I'm not tender-hearted but I'm kind of fussy: I like things to be clean and neat. You think this doesn't disgust me as much as you, this piece of stinking meat we've left out in the sun? In the evening, when we get the sea breeze, you can smell it even in the palace. It turns my stomach. But all the same, I don't close the window. 🔊✎
← Poor Creon! With my dirty broken nails, and the bruises your guards have left on my arms, and the fear twisting up my stomach, I'm a queen. 🔊✎
← Yes, I do know what I'm saying. It's you that can't hear me. I'm talking to you from too far away, from a place you can't enter with your wrinkles, your accumulated wisdom, your fat stomach. 🔊✎
← Depends. During the war, the ones who got wounded in the stomach, they hurt bad. I never got wounded. In a way that's a shame, messed up my chances for promotion. 🔊✎
← But Haemon looks at him with his child's eyes, heavy with contempt, and Creon cannot avoid his gaze that cuts him like a knife. Haemon stares at the old man trembling at the other end of the cavern and then, without saying anything, he plunges the sword into his stomach and stretches himself out beside Antigone, kissing her in the middle of a huge pool of blood. 🔊✎