by Michael Franklin
Arthur... We seem to be dealing with your
constipation problem, but it is evident to me
talking to you across this desk that you have
handy cap? No I do not. This trilby has lots of
life left in it.
YOU ARE GETTING CLOSE TO DEAF...
Are you telling me I am dying?
NO - BUT
YOU ARE, AS I KNOW, EIGHTY...
Certainly not Doctor. I am only two hundred
pounds. Not fat yet.
ARTHUR - YOU ARE AGING...
not raging Doctor. I am calm and gentle.
dont need assistants. My grand-daughter
comes in an helps me every day.
YOU HAVE AN EAR PROBLEM...
near problem is understanding you Doctor.
tanned? Sunbathing without knickers on?
- I give up!
give up Doc. Put me down for a hearing aid!