Dr. Robin Hatcher

Dr. Robin Hatcher: — Thank you, Danny.
Danny Butterman: — I can't believe I shot someone.
Nicholas Angel: — He's a doctor, he can deal with it.

— Nasty way to go. I think our Mr. merchant tried to have a little fry up and left the gas on. Spends his whole life devoted to the refrigerator then gets killed by an oven. I told him several times, you shouldn't eat late at night.
— Oh, I don't know. I quite like a little midnight gobble.
— Cocks.