- James: Hello, Mrs. Pumphery.
- Mrs. Pumphrey: Oh, Mr. Herriot, thank heavens you've come.
- James: Flop-bot again?
- Mrs. Pumphrey: Tricki's rear end simply refuses to relinquish contact with the ground.
- James: Ah, same problem. And the same cause I expect.
- Mrs. Pumphrey: Well, I'm sure I haven't been neglectful. He's exercised regularly. Hodgekin takes him for a turn round the garden at least three times a day.
- James: Like that, you mean?
- [looking towards gardener with dog in his arms]
- Mrs. Pumphrey: Well... yes.
- James: It won't do Mrs. Pumphrey. If Tricki-Woo is to benefit he must be allowed to walk on his own legs. Hmm?