- Mrs. Tishell: Have you had this medication before?
- Mrs. Bollard: No.
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: No. And why is that, Mrs Bollard?
- Mrs. Bollard: Don't know, Dr. Ellingham.
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: Yes, you do. You've already damaged your liver, and until you get your alcohol consumption under control, Diclofenac will make it worse.
- Mrs. Bollard: The new doctor said I could have some for my ankles.
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: Well, she's wrong. Put it back.
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: [in pursuit] Dr Dibbs!
- Dr. Diana Dibbs: Leave me alone!
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: Have a seat. For God's sake, woman, you're going to collapse.
- [Dr. Dibbs falls to the pavement]
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: Told you.
- [Martin, Louisa and their new-born baby are in the village shop which is crowded with customers]
- Shopkeeper: [to Louisa] Are you sore?
- Louisa Glasson: A little bit.
- [Martin overhears and calls across the shop]
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: Where?
- Louisa Glasson: It's nothing.
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: Where are you sore?
- [customers turn round to eavesdrop on this interesting conversation]
- Louisa Glasson: Where do you think?
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: No, I mean is it *just* the perineum?
- Louisa Glasson: The what?
- [Martin points between his legs]
- Dr. Martin Ellingham: The perineum - between the anus and the vagina.
- Louisa Glasson: [embarrassed] Martin, we're in a shop.