Q:

Q: Where?
Rosen: Shall it be as it was said?
Q: How?
Guilden: Which horse ran, did it bled?
Q: Grammarian?
Rosen: It is not.
Q: Which?
Guilden: Frames for the eyes.
Q: Why?
Rosen: Wrong one, they told me lies.
Q: Whom?
Guilden: Fate is a fantasy; the fates are us.
Q: Ask?
Rosen: Yes, no, otherwise.
Guilden: Have we been here for long?