- [Frank has got out of his wheelchair and is standing at the top of the cellar steps]
- Frank: Ellie, have you seen my fishing gear?
- [he pushes with his walking stick and boxes fall down the stairs; Ellie comes running]
- Ellie: Dad?
- Frank: Ah, the cavalry. Can you see if you can get my fishing rods out of that lot of mess down there? I'm going fishing tomorrow.
- Ellie: Why?
- Frank: To get more exercise - you heard the doc.
- Ellie: He didn't prescribe sitting there for hours in the cold. You can't do that any more.
- Frank: Oh, and there's carp in that canal.
- Ellie: Well it's their lucky day, then, isn't it. Come on, get in your chair.
- [Frank collapses back into the chair, gasping]
- Frank: Don't get old, Ellie. Not if you don't want to be treated like a child.