You definitely look like a doctor.Ah, Dr Macartney!
Yeah, dilated pupils, no sense of humour and... What do you smell of?Sorry to intrude, I know you're busy, but this is Henry's new surgical registrar, Caroline Todd.
Mind you, I did have a rather disturbing lesbian dream.- What about her ID tags? - Yeah, I can vouch for her ID.
- Would you like to talk about that?Yeah, dilated pupils, no sense of humour and...
- Can you draw?(Mac) OK, let's sew this mother up.
Your shoes are ringing.(Caroline) Sorry if I seem a bit stressed out. I didn't sleep very well last night.
- You can't have the Brontë sisters. - OK. Martina Navratilova, kd lang and...Perhaps I could have another one, take a few notes, and bring them in for you.
Bet you can't do it in three.- Joan of Arc, Boadicea... - Boudicca.
- God, how much do you need for lunch? - I'm food-combining.Boudicca and the Brontë sisters.
- What you got, Karen?- The queen of Lesbos.
So you're saying a man made your sandwiches this morning?Bet you can't do it in three.
- So is he your boyfriend?- How can you eat duck? That's so mean.
- Don't know? Well, have you slept with him?- What you got, Karen?
- They never give you decent portions here.- Tim. - Tim?
You just have to be nice.God!
How do you flatter a woman like that?- Don't know? Well, have you slept with him? - Slept, yes.
- What can I get you, love? - Hello. Hello.He thinks we're not sexually compatible.
The steak and kidney pie also looks tremendous. You're spoiling us today.I am starving.
- I can do you a bit of both. - Could you?- They never give you decent portions here.
Always nice to have a little bit of glamour while you're dining."Nice overall." "Ooh, what an alluring scent of fat."
- There you go.- "I've always admired career women."
- You have a fantastic day, now. - I will.- What can I get you, love?
Same to you, my love.- Hello.
- You're joking!You're spoiling us today.
You only started serving 20 minutes ago.- I can do you a bit of both. - Could you?
You're looking very... ... fit.- You have a fantastic day, now. - I will. Same to you, my love.
I think you should... bring packed lunches from now on.Great chips, he said, and, er, I love chips.
- Thank you. - What? Mark Burgess sells fridges.You're looking very... fit.
You win.- Oh, yes!
How do you win, exactly?- What?
"Hello, Mark, what do you do?" "I sell fridges. What do you do, Martin?"Mark Burgess sells fridges.
"Captain that, you flidoid".- Mark Burgess?
I think you've got a few unresolved conflict issues there.Mark Burgess was school captain of everything, and now he sells fridges.
- Oh, you're joking! - What?It says, "I'm a regional deputy director of a leading refrigerator manufacturer."
No, they're not. Anyway, for all you know, people exaggerate.I think doctors are better than regional deputy directors.
Nobody buys a jet ski. You hire them, you tosser.I think you've got a few unresolved conflict issues there.
How are you going to get it there?- Oh, you're joking! - What?
No airline in the world will let you take a jet ski.- Bastard! Who's Adam Ross?
Look, I'm going to call you back.- He was my best friend.
See you in Zurich.Now he's a pilot. - Shit!
- Are you all right there? - I'm just getting a change of clothing.- Pilots are better than doctors, aren't they?
- Yeah, I know you did.People exaggerate, don't they?
- Do you always carry so much stuff around?Nobody buys a jet ski.
- What? - Your sticker.Look, I'm going to call you back.
You weren't there, were you?- I will use it...
- No. So, where will you sleep tonight?"Honk me to bonk me."
You own a hotel?It's not my car.
You can stay there.- I know.
- At your flat? - Don't worry, I'm on nights. I won't be there.(hums ringtone)
You've got a lovely smile when you do that.You own a hotel? Bloody hell!
- When you smile.It's my flat. You can stay there.
Thank you! - Yes!- No, I can't...
You want a career, you've got to get with Martin Dear.He's very sweaty otherwise.
But only if you're a lady, cos I'm not queer.- Yes? - I am quite tempted.
You twat!She wouldn't kiss me at school and now she works for Asda.
What are you going to fucking do about it?Oi, twat!
You can have mine.What? What's the matter?
You were...It was wonderful!
- Have you got anything you want to weigh? - No, no, no. Just...This doesn't mean that it's over.
- What, you mean my penis?- That fucker's gonna get it!