A Stitch in Time Page #2

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Ain't it marvellous?

Oh, Mr Grimsdale!

You look wonderful!

I feel wonderful, Pitkin.

- It's a...

- Miracle.

Performed by a doctor dedicated

to the cause of suffering humanity.

Oh, the way you say it.

Say what?

That suffering bit. Whatever you said.

Dedicated to the cause

of suffering humanity.

That's what we're gonna be,

to show our gratitude

for my amazing recovery.

Dedicated to the cause

of suffering humanity.

'Ere, Mr Grimsdale, we've had. Well...

a sort of call, haven't we?

We have that, Pitkin,

we have that. Come on!

Oh, ooh!

- What about it?

- What about what?

The call we've had! I know!

Look at the way you slice up meat

and saw through bone.

You could be a surgeon!

That's feasible. A surgeon, yes.

The best surgeon in the whole world.

Now, I'd probably be no better

than the rest of them.

- Ohhh.

- All right. I'll get dressed,

you fix up a date

for us to enrol as students...

Us? You mean me as well?

Yes, of course.

Even surgeons have assistants.

Yeah, course.

For sharpening up the knives

and swabbing up all the pools of blood.

Eughhh.

Hello, surgical ward.

No, Doctor, he hasn't arrived.

Oh, Nurse, oh. Excuse me.

- I wanna fix up a date, you see...

- Shh.

Half past seven. Back door of the hostel.

Oh, no! Oh, no, no.

You misunderstand me. You see...

Oh, no, I don't. You men are all alike.

Now, here, it's...

Are you here to philander

or will you join your fellow students

in the study of dentistry?

Study... Here, that's just

what I want to do, study.

Well, for heaven's sake,

man, come along.

What is your name?

Um... Pitkin, sir.

Well, Pitkin.

I must insist that you control your

excessive libido towards the ladies.

Right, ladies and gentlemen.

Check your equipment.

Send them in.

This way, please.

Hey...

Old Crankshaw won't tolerate students

associating with women,

so, er, keep away from them, hm?

Oh, I will.

You're a woman... and you're pretty.

- So you'll have to find another chair.

- I will not.

But Old Crankshaw won't tolerate...

I have been waiting here an hour.

I can't help that! Come on, hop it!

I will do no such thing!

Now, look, miss, I'm not gonna get

slung out now I'm in. Come on!

- Come on. Oh, come on!

- Oh! Oh!

- Oh, please!

- Come on out. Come on!

Help! Oh!

Come on! Out of it.

Pitkin!

You imbecile! You sex maniac!

- Benson, look after this lady.

- Certainly.

- Sir Hector would like to see you.

- Yes, all right.

Please accept my apologies.

Pitkin!

This is your last chance.

Your very last chance.

Take over that chair.

Ooh...

You're, erm...

You're new here, aren't you?

First time.

Let's just get him up, eh?

Now, you do everything I do.

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