Sorry. I thought of this and suddenly couldn't resist.

[shirenomad]

DOCTOR: Bring out your dead!
MICHAEL SCHIAVO: Here's one.
DOCTOR: Ninepence.
TERRI'S PARENTS: She's not dead!
DOCTOR: What?
MICHAEL: Nothing. Here's your ninepence.
PARENTS: She's not dead!
DOCTOR: 'Ere. They says she's not dead!
MICHAEL: Yes, she is.
PARENTS: She's not!
DOCTOR: She isn't?
MICHAEL: Well, she will be soon. She's very ill.
PARENTS: She's getting better!
MICHAEL: No, she's not. She'll be stone dead in a moment.
DOCTOR: Oh, I can't take her like that. It's against regulations.
PARENTS: We don't want her to go on the cart!
MICHAEL: Oh, don't be such babies.
DOCTOR: I can't take her.
PARENTS: She feels fine!
MICHAEL: Well, do us a favour.
DOCTOR: I can't.
MICHAEL: Well, can you hang around a couple of minutes? She won't be long.
DOCTOR: No, I've got to go to the Hudsons'. They've lost nine today.
MICHAEL: Well, when's your next round?
DOCTOR: Thursday.
PARENTS: We'll take her for a walk.
MICHAEL: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look, isn't there something you can do?
PARENTS: *singing* She feels happy... She feels happy.
DOCTOR: *YANK*
MICHAEL: Ah, thanks very much.
DOCTOR: Not at all. See you on Thursday.