The Doctor:
I've told you, Witzel, a few months in a temperate climate...
Mr. Harry Witzel:
Oh, drop that bedside manner. You aren't talking to Ashley, you're talking to me.
The Doctor:
Well, at least I'm glad he's going home.
Mr. Harry Witzel:
Yeah, of course, you're glad. It doesn't mean a blasted thing to you that I've got to break in a new jellyfish that they're sending out from the home office. And I know just the type he'll be. Come out here with a whole supply of stiff linen collars and ask me a million asinine questions an hour. "I say, how's the hunting?" "Are the natives friendly?" Then he'll get homesick and go back home and write a book about when you're driving in your motor do you ever stop to ponder where we get the rubber for your tires. I can't stomach any more of them.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:38
Consiglia
Voto
Nessun dato in archivio
Commenti
Nessun dato in archivio
