- [first lines]
- Dr. Jock McCannon: Well, now. Our second group meeting of the term. We survive, we survive.
- Dr. Jock McCannon: Dr Daker there, looking very pink and well. Early morning sexual intercourse, no doubt!
- Dr. Stephen Daker: No, no, really, uh... jogging.
- Dr. Jock McCannon: Too bad!
- Dr. Jock McCannon: Bob has some figures for us, culled from his rinky-dinky little computer. Bob!
- Dr. Bob Buzzard: Thanks Jock!
- [reaches for a manila folder, hesitates]
- Dr. Bob Buzzard: Do you think you could manage "Robert"?
- Dr. Jock McCannon: I'll try, Bob. Old habits die hard.
- Dr. Bob Buzzard: Riiight.
- Professor Furie: Well! That was the worst steak I've had in years. Where's that girl? Over here, Toots!
- Waitress: [walks over] Did you call, Professor Furie?
- Professor Furie: Indeed I did. That steak was terrible. It was roughly hacked by an incompetent butcher from the wrong end of a third-rate animal, badly hung, and then grilled to a frazzle by an idiot.
- Waitress: Why did you eat it, then?
- Professor Furie: Because I was starving! Don't bandy words with me!
- Professor Furie: My compliments to the chef, and would he care for a fistfight with Professor Furie!
- Dr. Stephen Daker: Do sit down, I was hoping we could have a chat.
- Professor Furie: About my wife, perhaps?
- Dr. Stephen Daker: No. I did speak to her yesterday, I hope you don't mind.
- Professor Furie: In bed, no doubt. While you were shafting her, no doubt! Typical of you cold-blooded Tavvy types! Yes I do mind, very much indeed, does that surprise you? My God, I thought of Buzzard, I even thought of McCannon, but it was you, you all the time, Daker! And don't think I'm unaware of the part the Chilean government played in this!
- Dr. Stephen Daker: [pressing intercom, meekly] Help!