The Barretts of Wimpole Street1934

Elizabeth Barrett:
Oh Doctor, that reminds me, sit down a minute. You remember PaPa suggesting to you that a certain kind of beer called Porter might do me good?

Dr. Chambers:
Yes! And an excellent suggestion, too!

Elizabeth Barrett:
Oh, forgive me, but it was nothing of the kind. I've had to drink it twice a day and in consequence my life has become one long misery.

Dr. Chambers:
Bless my soul!

Elizabeth Barrett:
I'm not exaggerating! One long misery.

Dr. Chambers:
You poor little lady.

Elizabeth Barrett:
There's no use my opinion to PaPa, but, if, you dear, Doctor Chambers, would suggest to him that something else might be equally beneficial? Why...

Dr. Chambers:
What would you say to a couple of glasses of hot milk?

Elizabeth Barrett:
Oh, I hate milk. But, I'll drink it all day long if you'll only rescue me from Porter.