Waiting for Andre

By the time Andre the Giant reached the age of twelve, I suspect he was still called Andre Rousimoff. However, its possible that the moniker that would carry him to fame had already been applied. At the tender age of 12, Andre stood a towering 6'3" and weighed in at a svelte 240 lbs. Life being generally cruel, this meant poor Andre was too big to ride the school bus. Fortunately, his father had a dear friend who had a flexible work schedule, and offered to drive Andre to school. This is a picture of that man:

For those who read caricature, that is indeed Samuel Beckett. You can't make this kind of stuff up (oh yes you can, people do it all the time).  What you can make up, however, is a dialogue between them. So, let's have at it:

ATG: Hey Sam, how are you today? Sam?

SB: Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence and nothingness.

ATG: Yes, yes, some of the time.

SB: Oh, you’ve got a gift for rhyme?

ATG: I prefer wine

SB: If I had use of my body, I would throw it out the window

ATG: Is that how you would like to go?

SB: I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

ATG: That is very good Samuel!

SB: Enough. Habit is a great Deadener. I mean it.

ATG: Anybody want a peanut?

SB: I can’t go on. I’ll go on.

OK, so its just a mash-up of Fezzik and Beckett quotes. But admit it, it reads a bit like Endgame, no?