Sir Wilfrid: I'd better take that thermos of cocoa with me. It helps me wash down down the pills. Miss Plimsoll: Let me see. My learned patient is not above substituting brandy for cocoa. [opens thermos and sniffs at the contents] Miss Plimsoll: It is cocoa. So sorry. Sir Wilfrid: If you were a woman, Miss Plimsoll, I would strike you.|