From The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams

Laura [Breathlessly]: Mother—you go to the door!
[Amanda steps out of the kitchenette and stares furiously at Laura.  She points imperiously at the door.]
Laura: Please, please!
Amanda [In a fierce whisper]: What is the matter with you, you silly thing?
Laura [Desperately]: Please, you answer it, please!
Amanda: I told you I wasn’t going to humor you, Laura.  Why have you chosen this moment to lose your mind?
Laura: Please, please, please, you go!
Amanda: You’ll have to go to the door because I can’t!
Laura [Despairingly]: I can’t either!
Amanda: Why?
Laura: I’m sick!

From The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams

Jim: Is it broken?
Laura: Now it is just like all the other horses.
Jim: It’s lost its—
Laura: Horn!
It doesn’t matter.  Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.
Jim: You’ll never forgive me.  I bet that was your favorite piece of glass.
Laura: I don’t have favorites much.  It’s no tragedy, Freckles.  Glass breaks so easily.  No matter how careful you are.  The traffic jars the shelves and things fall off them.
Jim: Still I’m awfully sorry that I was the cause.
Laura [Smiling]: I’ll just imagine he had an operation.
The horn was removed to make him feel less—freakish!
[They both laugh.]
Now he will feel more at home with the other horses, the ones that don’t have horns….