You still here?
The doctor’s coming.
My God, a doctor? I mean, here in the hospital? Whatever can we do?
Well, let me tell you, if the good lord meant us to worry, he would given us things to worry about.
He has! My wife! She will be back here in four hours and she can kill a man at ten paces with one blow off her tongue. How am I supposed not to worry?
I’m tellin’ you, if the good lord...
...is mentioned once more, I shall move you closer to him!
[American arriving in the hotel] What a drive, huh? Everything on the wrong side of the road, the weather... Whaddaya get for livin’ in a climate like this, green stamps? It’s terrible! Took five hours from London. Couldn’t find the freeway, had to take a little back street called the M5!
Well, I’m sorry if it wasn’t wide enough for you. A lot of the English cars have steering wheels.
Do you remember when we were first ’manacled’ together? We used to laugh quite a lot.
Yes, but not at the same time, Basil.