Do you remember when you came here?
No. Too small, you told me.
Do you remember your father.
You've asked me these questions millions of times.
I love the old questions.
Ah the old questions, the old answers, there's nothing like them!
It was I was a father to you.
(He looks at Hamm fixedly.)
You were that to me.
From Endgame: a play by Samuel Beckett, Translated from the French by the Author