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[Wiping his hands medically on his spotless handkerchief]: He’s asleep. I’ve never known the like. Never in all my years of practice. It’s a case that ought to be written up for the whole, entire medical profession. Both legs broken in the morning. Tibia, fibula, femur, and ischium. X-rayed and set inside of an hour after the accident. Patient married at noon and survives ten hours of whooping Dago celebration with no apparent ill effects.

[Grim]: Yeah! What do you want me to do, Doctor?

Let me send up a nurse in the morning.

No.

A man in a cast’s a handful. It’s going to be a long siege.

I can manage. [Suddenly desperate:] God: I got to have something to do!