(Richard and Geoffrey at Richard's office.)
Richard Smith-Jones: So, he's an addict.
Geoffrey Tennant: Well, you saw the needle. A hell of a shock. I don't know, I'm guessing he had some kind of an addictive personality, sort of syndrome maybe. Anyway, I think what you and I should do, we have got to find a methadone clinic, right now, right here in New Burbage.
Richard Smith-Jones: You fucking liar! He's got cancer!
Geoffrey Tennant: Barbara told you.
Richard Smith-Jones: Yes. You're gonna put a dying man on stage?
Geoffrey Tennant: Oh no, Richard, that really depends on how you define dying.
Richard Smith-Jones: Jesus, Geoffrey, this is not a philosophical discussion!
Geoffrey Tennant: What was I supposed to do? He begged me not to tell anybody. It's his dying wish!
Richard Smith-Jones: Geoffrey, if my dying wish is to drive a city bus blindfolded, you know, do us all a favour, you say no!