Dr. Martin Ellingham: There's a peculiar odour in this room... PC Penhale: I'm afraid that's the smell of murder, Doc. Dr. Martin Ellingham: It's like... garlic.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Have you noticed an increased demand for diarrhoea remedies lately? Mrs. Tishell: Yes.
PC Penhale: He wouldn't come quietly, so I started to put the cuffs on. He runs out into the yard, I chase after him, trip-up, fall under his horse. When I wake up, the paramedic tells me that he kicked me in the head.
Pauline Lamb: I just told him what it said on the website. Dr. Martin Ellingham: Which website was this?
PC Mark Mylow: Peter, I could arrest you for criminal damage. But I was thinking, Bob in the lifeboat house has some woodworking tools. Maybe you and I could spend some time in there? Make a few bird tables?
Joan Norton: If he asks about me, tell him I'm not here. I've gone up to London.
Neville: So I don't need a blood test?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: [Elaine is ignoring the ringing telephone] How are you feeling today?
Colonel Gilbert Spencer: Gilbert Spencer. Lieutenant-Colonel. Retired. Dr. Martin Ellingham: Martin Ellingham.
Bruce Denham: I'm Bruce. Elaine's dad? Just thought I'd stop by and say hello. Dr. Martin Ellingham: Hello. Bruce Denham: Is Elaine in? She does work here, doesn't she?
Susan Brading: Old Dr. Sim didn't care much for the rule book.
Marianne Walker: Am I your first official patient? Dr. Martin Ellingham: You are indeed.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Has the surgeon been in? Roger Fenn: Yes.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: So there's a sick child *somewhere*, but you didn't get the telephone number, let alone the boy's name?
Roger Fenn: So you're not going to give me anything for my throat? Dr. Martin Ellingham: No.
Elaine Denham: Message. Dr. Martin Ellingham: 'Roy or Steven?'
A&E Receptionist: Is it me or do you not understand plain English?
Louisa Glasson: How are you finding us?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Did you know that Joan left you the farm? Ruth Ellingham: Oh, that bloody woman.
Bert Large: I've eaten here, and I'm perfectly fine! Dr. Martin Ellingham: Bert, you've spent your entire working life with your arm down a lavatory.
[Martin, Louisa and their baby are in the village shop] Shopkeeper: Are you sore? Louisa Glasson: A little bit. Dr. Martin Ellingham: Where? Louisa Glasson: It's nothing. Dr. Martin Ellingham: Where are you sore? Louisa Glasson: Where do you think?
[explaining what she put in the baby bottle] Eleanor Glasson: Camphrey, lavender, mint - bit of apple peel. Dr. Martin Ellingham: Yeast! The yeast in the apple skin turns the plant sugars into alcohol. Louisa Glasson: It's alcoholic!
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