- I'm all right with a cuppa, thanks.
(egg tray clattering) - Morning.
Indigestion again?
- I'm a martyr to it.
(tea trickles) - Interesting fact.
The average egg has over 17,000 pores.
- Boiled or scrambled?
- Makes no difference.
They're in the shell.
- For your breakfast.
- Mrs. Micklethwaite already fed me at my lodgings, but thank you.
- Well, if nobody's got an appetite, who's been at me eggs?
- Eggs?
Music to my ears.
(cup clatters) Pile them high, Mrs. Hall, I could eat a horse.
Morning Carmody, something I said?
- Oh, good morning, Mr. Farnon, not at all.
I'm reviewing feline digestion before surgery.
- Splendid, carry on.
(door clatters) (upbeat radio music) - In a world of his own, that one.
- Yes, the Carmody conundrum.
(Mrs. Hall laughs) Marvelous chap.
- Knowledgeable.
- Hmm.
- Keen as mustard.
- But surgically attached to his book.
(upbeat radio music continues) Carmody?
(footsteps clomping) Slight change of plan.
(upbeat radio music continues) (birds chirping) (goose honking)
