“Oh yes,” said the Doctor. “Again and again.”
“He's given me indigestion,” said Bainbridge.
“Take some metric system,” said Starr.
“And lie flat on your trajectory,” said the Doctor.
“I hate hair parted in the middle for a man,” said Mrs. Guild.
“And his superior eye-glasses,” said Mrs. Bainbridge.
“His staring conceited teeth,” hissed Mrs. Starr.
“I don't like children slopping their knowledge all over me,” said the Doctor's wife.
“He's well brushed, though,” said Mrs. Duane, seeking the bright side. “He'll wipe his feet on the mat when he comes to call.”
“I'd rather have mud on my carpet than that bandbox in any of my chairs,” said Mrs. Starr.