I say, old thing. You look a wee bit peely-wally. Is everything all right?
I'm sorry. I should've had another Campari.
Spending all day in that beastly prison, and the thought of being on call tonight.
I'm almost looking forward to that.
If I get called out, it will be to a home, where, however mean and shabby it is. I'll deliver a baby that's been born of love, and has some sort of a chance in life.
Trixie, you know this job as well as I do. We see heartbreak all the time, but we can't afford to dwell on it. We must keep forging on, giving our best to each case as it comes.
I know. You're quite right.
That's the girl.