- What're you doing?
It's only five and twenty to six.
- Finished for the day.
- Already?
- Plenty of bread.
- The Harris's cat that needed spaying?
- Done.
- And there's milk, too.
- What about Mulligan's hell hound, Clancy?
- Oh, the usual vomiting.
But there's something on his chest, too.
I've administered Digoxin, but we'll keep him overnight.
See how he responds.
- Well, make sure he is locked away, or he'll chew the place to pieces.
(Tristan chuckles) - Slow and steady wins the race.
(Tristan sighs) - Look, I know this must be hard for you both, but your days of mollycoddling me are over.
I'm a fully functioning member of society now.
You'll just have to find someone else to mother hen.
Ah, Jim.
Perfect timing.
Mrs.
Hall's got your first tipple of the evening.
(Mrs.
Hall gulping) (glass clinking) - Parents get settled in, all right?
- Yes.
They're staying at the Falcon Inn, again.
- [Siegfried] You know, James, this wedding business is really rather inconsiderate of you.
- Oh, is it, Siegfried?
- [Siegfried] Yes, it damn well is.
And then there's the honeymoon you're drifting gaily off on.
- Oh, you can't begrudge the boy a holiday.
- A week in North Riding, lovely.
- It's not lovely, it's bloody awful.
A whole week.
And I'm here, running around, disappearing halfway up my own backside.
- Oh, only halfway.
I should have booked in for two.
(James chuckling) (Siegfried chuckling)
