Patient.
Oh, it’s too good of you. Thank you, thank you. I’m afraid I’m taking up so much of your time.
Dickie.
I always make my patients sit on the other side of my desk since one of them suddenly saw a snake on me, and flung himself at my throat in order to save me from being bitten. He nearly throttled me in the process, and when I knelt on his chest, he said I was an ungrateful devil, and he wouldn’t interfere with the snakes next time they went for me.
Patient.
[Extremely agitated.] Oh, but you don’t think there’s any danger of my flying at your throat, do you?
Dickie.
[With a laugh.] No, of course not.
Patient.
I drink nothing for my luncheon, and only claret and water for my dinner.