[If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is. That's the oldest rule in the book, and certainly one Godot adheres to. Particularly when the promise made in his contract is so terribly enticing. How disappointing.

(But he won't yet say it's impossible. He can't. This place itself should be impossible, but here it is. And as Ms. Wexler said- if there's no hope, then what's the point of it all?

A question he's become intimately familiar with.)

All the cynical musings don't make their way onto his face, which remains in a calm smile.]

Neither could I, amigo. Nor am I planning to try. So the next natural question is, "what happens if we don't?" Follow orders. Play along for the contract.