But we may have found the meeting’s transcript in the Collected Works of Samuel Beckett:
VLADIMIR: That’s all dead and buried.
ESTRAGON: My clothes dried in the sun.
VLADIMIR: There’s no good harking back on that. Come on.
He draws him after him. As before.
VLADIMIR: I’m cold!
ESTRAGON:Wait! (He moves away from Vladimir.) I sometimes wonder if we wouldn’t have been better off alone, each one for himself. (He crosses the stage and sits down on the mound.) We weren’t made for the same road.
VLADIMIR:(without anger). It’s not certain.
ESTRAGON: No, nothing is certain.
Vladimir slowly crosses the stage and sits down beside Estragon. #
VLADIMIR: We can still part, if you think it would be better.
ESTRAGON: It’s not worthwhile now.
VLADIMIR: No, it’s not worthwhile now.
ESTRAGON: Well, shall we go?
VLADIMIR: Yes, let’s go.
They do not move.