[Elliott is introducing Toby Geddes, the new cardio-thoracic surgeon. Geddes is unusually short]
Oliver Valentine: Is he really that small, or is he just a long way away?
Toby Geddes: I know we will all get on like a domus in flagrante.
Joseph Byrne: [whispers] House on fire. I've been replaced by a Latin-spouting, pituitry dwarf.
[Toby Geddes sees a patient who is about to eat a bread roll with butter on it]
Toby Geddes: [to the patient] I'm about to save your life with one swift movement of my right hand.
[he bangs his hand down on the pat of butter]
Toby Geddes: Saturated fat. A small, foil-wrapped parcel of death that we are providing to our cardiac patients. Look at this chap. Overweight, cholesterol coursing through his ever-narrowing arteries and we give him butter? We may as well line this poor man up against the wall and shoot him. Dispose of this please, Faye.
Joseph Byrne: He called my father a cocktail waiter, he gave you butter, and I refuse to be addressed as Joe by the lovechild of the umpa-lumpa.
[Earlier in the day, Toby Geddes had commanded Joseph to "glove him" by shaking hands to celebrate the successful end to an operation. Now Geddes is being insulting to Joseph, as he has been all day, and Joseph finally loses his temper, punching Geddes in the face]
Joseph Byrne: Consider yourself gloved!