♪ Mrs. Lasley: Don, help me.

OK. Ooh...ooh.

Heh.

[Exhales] Thought you could use in here.

"Vending machines."

My own business.

Pop a coin in, out comes tea, coffee, hot chocolate-- with milk, without sugar, whatever you like, push of a button.

And you think this will catch on?

Oh, yeah.

Business is booming, isn't it, Norm?

Mm, we're very lucky.

Let me know if you want a demo.

Come round my premises, I'll show you the full range.

Fred: Come on, then.

[Door opens] That's a boy.

Hee hee hee!

Fred Buckle, get that creature off the table immediately.

You've nursed it for days.

He's half doing well, Vi, didn't think he'd have stood a chance.

How do you know it is male?

I don't.

I don't like saying "it."

It sounds inhuman.

Well, it is inhuman.

It's a bird.

♪ What?

Do I have gravy on my face?

Can't a man just sit in quiet admiration of his wife?

Oh, have you broken something, Fred?

♪ I'm counting my blessings, Vi.

It's a terrible thing to be all alone in this world.

I'm a very lucky man, and I don't take it for granted.

♪ Your passion does you credit, Lady Aylward.

This isn't passion, Dr. Threapwood.

This is public service.

This is pragmatism.

Every single day, Nonnatus House makes it possible for the council to fulfill the brief of the National Health Service, which is to care for people from the cradle to the grave.

And which, in turn, is a modern manifesto for a modern age.

Meanwhile, you keep referring to Nonnatus House as if it were entirely separate from the Religious Sisters of St. Raymond.

It probably could be-- more than half the personnel are secular-- but if it was, it would cost you twice as much, and you can't afford that.

We garner our resources carefully.

I know you do.

You may not like the sisters' habits, Dr. Threapwood.

You may not like their vows of chastity or obedience to God, but without their vow of poverty, you could not carry out essential work.

♪ ♪ Is Dr. Turner here?

No.

He's out on call at the moment.

Good.

I bought him a present with some of the money from my pay rise-- an electric coffee percolator.

I'm going to set it up in the kitchen before he gets back.

But I'm Dr. Turner's coffee maker.

Exactly, and now you don't have to be anymore.

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