(His furry and self-consciuousness have prossessed him) It doesn’t matter. (He is almost crying) GET AWAY FROM MY BENCH!
Why? You have everything in the world you want; you’ve told me about your home, and your family, and your own little zoo. You have everything, and now you want this bench. Are these the things men fight for? Tell me, Peter, is this bench, this iron and this wood, is this your honor? Is this thing in the world you’d fight for? Can you think of anything more absurd?
Absurd? Look, I’m not going to talk to you about honor, or even try to explain it to you. Besides, it isn’t a question of honor; but even if it were, you wouldn’t understand.
You don’t even know what you’re saying, do you? This is probably the first time in your life you’ve had anything more trying to face than changing your cats’ toilet box. Stupid! Don’t you have any idea, not even the slightest, what other people need?
– Edward Albee: The Zoo Story