Night of the Iguana by Tennessee Williams: In a tropical rundown hotel at the edge of a Mexican cliff, a defrocked minister and his tour group from a West Texas women's college, a windower and her two dancing pool boys, a New England spinster and her 97 year old grandfather (“the world's oldest practicing poet”), and an iguana tied up by its throat to the veranda, talk and get drunk together during one long night.
HANNAH [coming back onto the verandah]: I took a closer look at the iguana down there.
SHANNON: You did? How did you like it? Charming? Attractive?
HANNAH: No, it's not an attractive creature. Nevertheless I think I should cut it loose.
SHANNON: Iguanas have been known to bite their tails off when they're tied up by their tails.
HANNAH: This one is tied by its throat. It can't bite its own head off to escape from the end of the rope, Mr. Shannon.
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