Bramwell

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
I'm a qualified physician. I know about venereal disease!

Sir Herbert Hamilton:
You are a lady. You should be ashamed even to say those words.

Sir Herbert Hamilton:
The female brain, being smaller and weaker, is not suited to scientific matters.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
Life's going to be difficult enough just being a doctor without looking for hopeless battles to fight all the time. It makes me exhausted just watching you!

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
Go to your room, miss! Turn yourself from a foul and common doctor into a lady! If she knows how...

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
An 18-inch waist and a fainting fit over the dessert? I think I can manage that.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
It'll be good to start paying my way.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
At last, her education bears fruit.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
I'll be a proper gentlewoman. Not a word about blood and gore.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
My father, interested in motherless babes? According to him, they're nothing but trouble, for years and years.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
Decades.

Dr. Frederick Hunter:
It is time someone spoke out against unscrupulous employers. You shame us all.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
Oh, my daughter's good at that. Sometimes I'm so bowed down with shame I can barely eat my pudding.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
Mr. Grimes, I'm happy to treat you, as long as you understand I can't promise anything.

Mr. Oswald Grimes:
Right.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
The benefits are, after all, unproved.

Mr. Oswald Grimes:
Can't prove God, but we know He's there.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
[unpacking equipment] What the hell do we do with these?

Dr. Joseph 'Joe' Marsham:
Does Mr. Grimes complain of constipation?

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
He complains of everything.

Dr. Joseph 'Joe' Marsham:
Then you may get the opportunity to find out.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
Oh, Kate. You won't lose your virtue on a bicycle. [pause] Unless it's a tandem.

Sir Herbert Hamilton:
Isn't that my old theatre nurse, what's her name?

Dr. Joseph 'Joe' Marsham:
Carr. Yes, it is.

Sir Herbert Hamilton:
I recognized the temper.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
I refuse to flirt and gush all over him.

Lady Cora Peters:
If it helps this infirmary, I would happily flirt with the Devil himself.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
She's a strong-willed girl. She needs a strong-willed man.

Major Stuart Hyde:
There you go again. Stubborn to the end. She's not going to fall for a tired old soldier like me, however much you throw us together.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
So, clutching your broken arm to your chest, you saw four patients, did a house call, and turned up late for dinner. Convalescence is not a word you understand, is it?

Daniel Bentley:
[eyeing plate of food] What's that then?

Nurse Ethel Carr:
Last week's dirty washing. What do you think it is?

Daniel Bentley:
Who's it for?

Nurse Ethel Carr:
Well, it's not for Prince Albert, and I don't see the Bishop of Stepney anywhere. [pause] Goodness' sake, Mr. Bentley. Eat it before it goes off. And why I should ply you with the foul drug of alcohol...

Daniel Bentley:
You're the pearl in my oyster, Nurse Carr, and the spring in my step. [quietly] Not to mention a pain in my arse.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
We've no spare rooms, so we'll have to share a desk.

Guy le Saux:
And do we have to share a pen between the two of us?

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
Three of us. There's Dr. Marsham as well.

Dr. Robert Bramwell:
Gentlemen do not thrash their wives. Their daughters, however...

Frederick Hackett:
I've lost my looks!

Nurse Ethel Carr:
You're a man. You shouldn't have looks.

Frederick Hackett:
They're important!

Nurse Ethel Carr:
Rubbish.

Frederick Hackett:
They are to me.

Nurse Ethel Carr:
Only shallow people think that.

Frederick Hackett:
Most people are shallow!

Robert Bramwell:
Are you going to luncheon?

Eleanor Bramwell:
Why? Do you want to chop up my food for me and feed it to me on a baby spoon?

Robert Bramwell:
Yes. And then I shall send you to your room for being impudent.

Joe Marsham:
Can we pretend that this is a working infirmary where we are not all in varying degrees of emotional turmoil?

Robert Bramwell:
Sometimes you and I do make things very difficult for each other.

Dr. Eleanor Bramwell:
[waving a 5-pound note Mrs. Costigan has given her for a patient] Nurse Carr would call this tainted money.

Mr. Joe Marsham:
Nurse Carr is a self-righteous prig.