Bells

Doctor: I see so you've started fancying boys then have you?

Blackadder: Not boys, a boy.

Doctor: Yes well, let's not split hairs. It's all rather disgusting and naturally all worrying.

Blackadder: Well of course I'm worried!

Doctor: Well of course you are. It isn't every day a man wakes up to discover that he's a screaming bender with no more right to live on God's clean earth than a weasel. Ashamed of yourself?

Blackadder: Not really, no.

Doctor: Bloody Hell I would be. Still why should I complain? It leaves more rampant totty for us real men, eh?

Blackadder: Am I paying for this personal abuse or is it extra?

Doctor: No all part of the service.