The Doctor:
[trying to stop the arguing]
Now, now, now, gentlemen, please. In hundreds of square miles there are only four white men. We all have our faults, and we get on each other's nerves. The least we can do is make allowances for each other. Be a little human. What do you say, Witzel?
Mr. Harry Witzel:
Well, maybe there is something in what you say.
Mr. Langford:
You're right, Doctor. Sorry if I was unpleasant, Witzel.
Mr. Harry Witzel:
[kindly]
It's all right.
Mr. Langford:
I'm feeling kind of rotten today.
Mr. Harry Witzel:
[even more kindly]
I know, forget it.
Mr. Langford:
I'll be alright as soon I become acclimatised.
Mr. Harry Witzel:
[he explodes with anger]
There you go with that blasted word "acclimatised" again! Isn't there another word in the English language but acclimatised, acclimatised, acclimatised!
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