Carry on Again Doctor Page #2

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it wakes me up,

and I turn over and that wakes him up.

And 'fore I know where I am,

- he's at it again.

- At it?

Grousing.

"You woke me up. (Mutters)"

Oh, I see.

Well, have you tried using separate beds?

He won't have it, Doctor.

Says it's denying him his convivial rights.

Yes, well, um... I'll get Sister to give you

some sleeping tablets for it, Mrs Beasley.

- Now, I really must get on.

- This way, Mrs Beasley.

(Groans) Ooh, Doctor. I never told you

about the rheumatism in my right leg.

Well, there's nothing to worry about.

It's just old age.

But my left leg's as old.

I don't get no rheumatism in that.

All right, you win, Mrs Beasley.

Sister, would you give her some tablets for it?

Yes, Doctor. Come along, Mrs Beasley.

Thank you, Doctor. See you tomorrow.

Who's next, Sister?

Just Mr Pullen for his hormone injections.

SISTER:
You can bring Mr Pullen in, Nurse.

Come along, Mr Pullen. You're next.

Up we get. That's it.

Now, hold on tight round my waist.

Not too tight.

Stop it. Behave yourself.

- (Whispers)

- Yes, I know what you'd like to do to me.

Isn't he awful? You'd think at his age... Ohh!

Take Dr Stoppidge back and then return for me.

Come along, Fosdick.

- Morning, Mr Carver.

- Morning, Matron.

- Mrs Moore is ready for you. Go right in.

- Thank you, Matron.

My dear Mrs Moore. Why, you're looking

very well today. How are you feeling?

Oh, I feel wonderful, Mr Carver.

I'd no idea that having one's appendix out

could be so exhilarating.

I feel ten years younger.

Splendid, splendid.

Be honest, now. Do I look like a woman of 40?

You really feel as young as that?

No, that's what I am.

Yes, I was just joking, of course.

And er... you're leaving today, are you?

Yes. I shan't be sorry. This bed's all right,

but I miss my Slap and Tickle.

- What?

- Slap and Tickle. They're my Siamese.

- They always sleep on my bed.

- Yes, of course.

Not that I'm not grateful

for all that you've done for me.

They told me you were a wonderful surgeon.

Well, I suppose I am a cut above the rest.

Yes, and, you know, I've been thinking.

I'd like to show my appreciation in some way.

Come, now. Just because you're a widow, that's

no reason why I should take advantage of you.

I don't mind being taken advantage of...

now and then.

Well, since you've mentioned it,

there is something I would like to do.

Yes?

For many years now, I've had a dream.

A dream of something that would bring hope

and comfort to millions of suffering people.

The Frederick Carver Foundation.

What's that, some sort of corset?

No, no. A private clinic.

But, alas, it would be a very costly project.

- Five hundred thou...

- I didn't mean that sort of appreciation.

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