- [first lines]
- Alvin: Hey-op! It's first aid from hell.
- Nora Batty: What're you doing today that's useful?
- Alvin: Uh. Well, give us a minute; I'll think of something
- Nora Batty: Too late. I've thought of something. You'll do nicely.
- Alvin: For what?
- Nora Batty: For doing a kindness. Taking an old person out for an hour. Give him a change.
- Alvin: He'll no longer be mobile when you finish bandaging him.
- Nora Batty: There's nothing wrong with him apart from loneliness. He doesn't need bandaging.
- Alvin: Well, that's never stopped you before.
- Nora Batty: You could do with a bandage between your nose and your chin.
- [hands him a piece of paper]
- Nora Batty: There. That's where he lives.
- Alvin: Hey, he's miles away. Who's providing the transport?
- Nora Batty: That's your problem. I'm medical, not transport.
- Alvin: Wait! Where do you take people for a change? Suppose he's already been.