"TELL IT TO ME STRAIGHT, DOCTOR! Will I ever see my husband again!?"
"Ah, Mrs Partridge. You know, out of all the recently widowed women I've got to deal with today, you are by far my favourite.
"WHAT! Flattery will only get you so far, doctor Coleridge"
"Oh ho, touché my dear. Touché. But, to be perfectly honest. I do believe the extended bifrontal craniotomy was a failure. I.. I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Partridge."
"Please, call me Patricia. Mrs. Partridge was my mother"
"That's right, I remember trying to dislodge that gruesome fork that somehow made its way lodge between her anal cavity and rectum.
"Mmm, indeed. Do you have a light?"
"Patricia, this is a hospital, you must kno-"
"Amazing! And you're a doctor! My, this game of stating the obvious is so charming Dr. Coleridge. Now, a light?"
"Err, yes. Yes, quite right. Here. Now I'm dreadfully sorry about the state of your current family Mrs. Part- Patricia. It's really quite miraculous. A slew of 5 fatal incidents in only 10 days! What do you think this means? Aren't you worried?"
"Dr. Coleridge, are you implying that all these deaths surrounding my late husbands' family are connected? How silly you are. So truly, truly, silly. Besides. There's plenty in it for you, so what are you complaining about?"
"Complaining? Far from it my dear! Ha.. ha HAH. HAHAHAHAH. No no, please. I would never propose such a preposterous proposition. You're probably anxious to be on your way home now. As I've previously mentioned, there are several other relicts I must attend to."
"Okay dear. Good-day."
"Yes. Good-day, Patricia. Do call if there's anything. Anything, that I can do for you.
