Lloyd has come to the haberdasher’s shop with his friend, Holmes.
START: Listen! I was at school at five. At seven I knew Plato. At twelve, hand me a cadaver and I’d tell you the name of every last nerve in it.
END: And you won’t be wives. Why would you do that? No normal woman would want that. Cos you know no man’ll ever have you. You’re a joke. All of you. A joke! Ha, a doctor, for God’s sake!
Jessica Swale, Blue Stockings, NHB Modern Plays, e-book edition, 2013, pp.115-117.