Mrs Trepidatious: "What? Dr Morrison? He's killed more patients than I've had severe boils." Mrs O: "What do the stars say?" Mrs Trepidatious: "Well, Petula Clark says burst them early, but David Frost... " Mrs O: "No, the stars in the paper, you cloth-eared heap of anteater's catarrh, the zodiacal signs, the horoscopic fates, the astrological portents, the omens, the genethliac prognostications, the mantalogical harbingers, the vaticinal utterances, the ffatidica! premonitory uttering of the mantalogical omens - what do the bleeding stars in the paper predict, forecast, prophesy, foretell, prognosticate... ?"