Laura: Oh, I still feel a bit under the weather. How are you feeling? Man: How do you think I feel? I've got this stupid cold, haven't I. Thanks a lot! L: Poor darling! You should have said something. I'd have come down and made you some soup. M: I called for you. I said <raspy> Laura! Laura! <normal> You didn't come, so I dialled 999. L: What? Paramedic: Where is he? Quickly! Okay son, everything's going to be fine. M: I'm going to die! P: Not if we can help it. M: My head's so burning! P: How did this happen? L: Oh, he caught the cold off me. P: You just don't think, do you? L: I'm a bit confused. Doesn't he just have a cold? P: For God's sake woman, he's a man. He's got a man-cold. P to M: Do not under any circumstances move from this bed, okay? P to L: You, take this bell. When he rings it, I want you to come to him, rub his head, and say "Poor little bunny." L: Poor little bunny? P: Okay, that's good. Let's go! We've got a man in Canton Avenue with a hurty knee. L: Ah, sorry. What about me? P: What? L: Well, I've got a cold too. P: <mocking> I've got a cold. <normal> Have you not heard of Lemsip? M: Laura, I want some soup, and I want to watch CBB.