Bless Me Father1978

[Father Duddleswell wants a Doctor's certificate to get out of his tennis match; the already inebriated Dr. Daley wants a drink]

Father Charles Clement Duddleswell:
I'll pour you a drink when you've done the necessary.

Dr Daley:
Ha-ha, why keep me suffering in purgatory when I should be happy in Heaven.

Father Charles Clement Duddleswell:
[ready to pour] Donald, I am not a fit man.

Dr Daley:
You look healthy to me, Charles.

[Duddleswell sets down the bottle]

Dr Daley:
Course I could be wrong, naturally.

[Duddleswell pours a drink]

Dr Daley:
On the other hand...

[Duddleswell covers drink with his free hand]

Dr Daley:
Oh... Oh, I can see that if you don't take care of yourself, you'll soon be stretched in the big box.

[Duddleswell hands over the glass]

Dr Daley:
[raising glass in a toast] Your bad health, Charles.

[drinks]