Dr. Prodd : Mrs. Tucker, isn't it? Now what can I do for you? Mrs. Tucker : Well, I came to see you three months ago, because I was a little bit worried about my husband being able to have a baby. Dr. Prodd : Yes, that's right, he's a bit older than you, isn't he? Mrs. Tucker : Eighty-eight. Dr. Prodd : Yes. Mrs. Tucker : Well, if you remember, you suggested it might be a good idea to take in a lodger, you know, someone nearer my own age. Dr. Prodd : [uncomfortably]  Yes, well, purely off the record, of course. Mrs. Tucker : Well, it worked! I'm pregnant. Dr. Prodd : Oh! What about your husband? Mrs. Tucker : Oh, he's tickled pink. Dr. Prodd : And what about the lodger? Mrs. Tucker : Well, that's the trouble. She's pregnant too!

Dr. Prodd : Name, please? Miss Smethurst : Smethurst. Dr. Prodd : Oh yes, I have some good news for you, Mrs Smethurst. Miss Smethurst : Miss Smethurst. Dr. Prodd : Oh, in that case I have some bad news for you.