You'd think they'd have a hospital here.

The men bought the ground, and, my sirs, there'd be accidents enough to keep it going.

But no, they must trail them ten miles in a slow ambulance to Nottingham.

It's a crying shame! Oh, and the fuss he'll make! I know he will! I wonder who's with him.
Barker, I s'd think.

Poor beggar, he'll wish himself anywhere rather.
But he'll look after him, I know.