[Having been dumped by Joanna, Alan has commandeered a milk float, and is driving it down a street, while throwing empty milk bottles at nearby pedestrians]
Alan
Sod off, you... you Jezebel whores! Go on, you slutty tarts! Go on, with your slitty, slutty, slitty, slutty slots! Go on, sod off, you're... you're all the bloody same!
Well what can I do for you this time, Dr. Statham?
Alan Statham
I'd like a new badge please.
May I ask what happened to the old one?
Alan Statham
I've still got it. I'm afraid to report it's been vandalised by some b-bloody bastards!
Alan Statham
Rather not talk about it.
Well if you don't, I can't order you a new one.
Alan Statham
And where does it say that in the regulations?
[Sue picks up a large book from her desk, rapidly thumbs to a random page and points without looking]
There. [puts the book down]
Alan Statham
Alright. Umm... someone has used a marker pen to make some alterations. The badge should read: "Dr. Alan Statham", next line: "Consultant Radiologist", and they have blacked out the letters O N S and L T A.
I see, so that would in fact leave... [writes on a post-it note] A 'C', a 'U', an 'N'...
Alan Statham
Yes, yes, yes, exactly, yes.
...and an-- oh, I see. So, your badge now reads: "Alan Statham, Cu--"
Alan Statham
Yes, thank you, that's what it's been changed to.
Alan Statham
Yes, again.
Well, alright, I'll see what I can do. It's going to take a couple of weeks to order a new one, though.
Alan Statham
Well, what--what am I meant to do in the meantime?
Well, I suggest you black-out the bits you don't want!
Alan Statham
Well, then right, I will.
I'd lose the second line rather than the first.
Alan Statham
What?
[Boyce has stuck a Star of David on Alan's pointer.]
I don't think you understand. That's soldered on. It's never gonna come off.
Alan
Yes, quite. Remarkable—all achieved in apparently under five minutes. [Alan hits Boyce under the chin with the point, knocking off the star and hurting him badly.] Right, moving on to the third upper metatarsal...
You’ve kept notes! Tell me you haven’t written down what you’ve did to my cousin?
Alan
Not really.
[Joanna takes Alan’s notebook and reads it herself.]
“Damaged heron.” Somehow that’s worse.
Alan
Give it here.
No, that’s going to the same place as my cousin.
Alan
Oh that’s terrific, where am I supposed to jot down my useful ideas?
On your knob end? You wouldn’t need a huge amount of space will you? Oh here’s a useful idea for you, don’t kill dwarfs with herons.