You couldn't exactly describe it as a picnic, could you? But I don't suppose any of us knew it would be such a tough job as it's turned out.
Dick.
My friend, if ever I return to my native land, I will never be such a crass and blithering idiot as to give way again to a spirit of adventure.
Doctor.
[With a laugh.] You're not the sort of chap whom one would expect to take to African work. Why the blazes did you come?
Dick.
That's precisely what I've been asking myself ever since we landed in this God-forsaken swamp.
Doctor.
The wound looks healthy enough. It'll hardly even leave a scar.
Dick.