Holby City1999

[Connie comes into the office that she shares with Elliot]

Elliot Hope:
Connie. I've just got the email. It's not *true*, is it? I mean, why on earth would you... ?

Connie Beauchamp:
My dad - he needs my full attention. And I need a break.

Elliot Hope:
But your work. Everything. Darwin. We need you.

Connie Beauchamp:
I'm sure you'll find another bossy woman.

Elliot Hope:
Who are you going to find to give you fashion tips?

Connie Beauchamp:
Or financial advice.

Elliot Hope:
Or guidance on rearing children. Who's going to scatter your papers exactly as like them scattered?

[Connie is struggling to hold back tears]

Connie Beauchamp:
I'm really sorry if I behaved badly recently.

Elliot Hope:
I'm sorry. I have, of late, wherefore I know not, lost something of my mirth.

Connie Beauchamp:
I suppose the angina can't have helped.

Elliot Hope:
Oh the angina's fine.

Connie Beauchamp:
Do you not think you could do with a mid-cap?

Elliot Hope:
Possibly.

Connie Beauchamp:
I you keep it quiet, I'll do it for you.

Elliot Hope:
I would like to get back in the groove. Regain my mojo. D'you think it would work?

Connie Beauchamp:
Oh I think we'll get you through the assessment for occupational health. That's if you stick to the lifestyle changes.

[Connie points to a slice of cake. Elliot picks it up and eats it]

Elliot Hope:
Call me old-fashioned, but I love stollen. So did you stick it to him? Give him one from all of us?

Connie Beauchamp:
I insulted his height and listed his nicknames.

Elliot Hope:
So you took no prisoners, then!