DOCTOR: How fidgety?
FEMALE: Well: look at the little blighter. 'E's got the blasted jumps.
DOCTOR: Of course he's got the jumps. He's dying.
FEMALE: Warra mean—dyin'?
DOCTOR: I mean that he will soon be dead.
FEMALE: Whaffor?
DOCTOR: Because he's starving.
FEMALE: Warra mean—starving?
DOCTOR: I mean that he is squirming mad from hunger. Breast fed, of course?
FEMALE: Warra mean, ye bleatin' image?