A gang of thieves plan to make their fortune by stealing a shipment of contraceptive pills from Finisham maternity hospital. They assume dis...更多>
Matron: [handing Sir Bernard envelopes] By the way - your mail. Sir Bernard Cutting: Yes, I am! And I can prove it, d'you hear! Prove it! Matron: I'm a simple woman with simple tastes, and I want to be wooed! Sir Bernard Cutting: Ooh, you can be as 'wude' as you like with me! Sir Bernard Cutting: I've got a problem. Dr. Francis A. Goode: Haven't we all got a problem? Sir Bernard Cutting: I can't do it lying down. Dr. Francis A. Goode: Oh dear, you have got a problem! Twitching Father: [returns from delivery room and picks up the telephone] Could you get me the Guinness Book of Records, please? Dr. Prodd: Mrs. Tucker, isn't it? Now what can I do for you? Mrs. Tucker: Well, I came to see you three months ago, because I was a little bit worried about my husband being able to have a baby. Dr. Prodd: Yes, that's right, he's a bit older than you, isn't he? Mrs. Tucker: Eighty-eight. Dr. Prodd: Yes. Mrs. Tucker: Well, if you remember, you suggested it might be a good idea to take in a lodger, you know, someone nearer my own age. Dr. Prodd: [uncomfortably] Yes, well, purely off the record, of course. Mrs. Tucker: Well, it worked! I'm pregnant. Dr. Prodd: Oh! What about your husband? Mrs. Tucker: Oh, he's tickled pink. Dr. Prodd: And what about the lodger? Mrs. Tucker: Well, that's the trouble. She's pregnant too!