Just one more, from Sandritocat:
Angela: Where is Helen? I keep thinking about Helen.
Francine: It always unnerves people at the beach if you turn around and stare inland, instead of out at the water. Try it sometime.
Margaret: I shall bestride the narrow earth like a Colossus! Oh, wait. I AM a Colossus. I shall bestride the narrow earth like me!
Doris: The stars! The stars in my pocket like grains of sand! Sand in my pocket like stars! Who eats paper? I ate some paper. My sunglasses are torpid. Also, pickles! Shiny, shiny pickles!
Helen (from offstage): No one even noticed that I left.