John - Paramedic: [to Doc] A bit of advice, mate. The less you speak, the better it is for everyone.
Little Susie: [about Louisa] Is she your girlfriend?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: No.
Little Susie: How tall are you? Why do you look so sad?
Mick: How long have I got left? A year? Two?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: [Doc Martin grabs a book from a packing box]
Mick: Oh bloody hell, you know it's bad when even the doctor has to look it up in a book.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: It's a ganglion, a cyst of the joint. Hold your hand up.
[Doc Martin suddenly swings the book hard, striking Mick's hand]
Edith Montgomery: You conquered your blood phobia, but you now have a fear of intimacy.
Little Susie: What's that you've got there?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Mind your own business. Shoo!
Little Susie: What does "shoo" mean?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: It means go away.
Little Susie: But why didn't you say, "go away" then?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: [emphatically] Go - Away!