Holby City, Series 11

Jac:
Do you remember Madame Butterfly?

Joseph:
Is it my entire life that's going to flash before my eyes, or just the edited highlights?

Jac:
I hated it, you know that? Opera. I really bloody hated it.

Joseph:
You should have just said.

Jac:
Well, uncharacteristically I didn't want to hurt your feelings. We hadn't been together very long. Your hands were shaking… you don't remember, do you?

Joseph:
I remember.

Jac:
Men never remember detail; just the carnal event. And even the memory of that is just twisted by their gigantic egos…

Joseph:
I remember.

Jac:
Go on, then.

Joseph:
You had your hair up. Never seen it like that, before or since. You wore a dark green velvet dress, with a shawl, a silver shell necklace - and a beautiful broad smile. You couldn't stop smiling; you looked like someone else. No, actually, you looked like you. Like you should look. It stays in my mind, you know. Just locked away.