00:00Mr. Dobbs is coming round, Doctor. He's the patient who came in to have a tattoo removed from his bicep.
00:04And you amputated his arm.
00:06How are we this morning, Mr. Dobbs?
00:08Still feeling a bit groggy, Doctor.
00:10Well, that's just the anaesthetic. It'll soon wear off.
00:11Right, if you'd like to just sign these release papers here.
00:14Where's my arm?
00:15Shit, he's noticed.
00:16Where's my arm gone? What's happened to my arm?
00:18Please, Mr. Dobbs, don't upset yourself.
00:21These things happen, isn't it? You're bound to get the odd clerical error.
00:24But my arm's gone!
00:25Look, here it is.
00:26This is tattoo arm removal.
00:28I mean, I am a surgeon, not a mind reader.
00:30I don't care what you are. It's your fault. You've amputated my arm.
00:33I don't know if you fancy gambling with your life. It's hardly any of my concern.
00:37Anyway, what do you do for a living?
00:38I'm a professional snooker player.
00:40Well, there's a lot more money in darts nowadays, anyway.
00:42I should have gone private.
00:43That would have cost you an arm and a leg.
00:44It's only cost you an arm. Now, what are you complaining about?
00:46I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to vacate this bed so that other more deserving cases
00:50can use it.
00:50No chance, mate. I'm staying here until...
00:52Until what?
00:53Until I get what I came for.
00:55This bloody tattoo removal.
00:57Yeah, well, good luck.
00:57All right.
00:58All right.
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