Martin Clunes: Dr. Martin Ellingham

Doc Martin

Dr. Martin Ellingham

Dr. Martin Ellingham: Can you give me his phone number then, please?
Pauline Lamb: No. Don't have it.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Remind me what your job is again?
Pauline Lamb: He didn't leave a number. He left in a rush, looking like a frightened rabbit. Like all your patients, actually.

Elaine Denham: I'm sorry. I cannot tolerate imbeciles.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Elaine, when we agreed you'd start at 8:30, you did realise I meant AM.
Elaine Denham: Buying biscuits at the supermarket, right, and this bimbo won't let me through on six items or less. All baps up to here and stick-on nails she was. Get this--
[imitates the check-out girl]
Elaine Denham: "Sorry. Six items or less".
Dr. Martin Ellingham: And you had?
Elaine Denham: 20, but that's not the point.

Louisa Glasson: I got involved in a surfing club, of all things. I think what clinched it was the kids saying I'm too old.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Nonsense. People of all ages go surfing.
Louisa Glasson: You should come along. It'd be nice to see you out of that suit and in a wet... suit...

Dr. Martin Ellingham: All right, Caroline, I'm going to give you an injection.
Danny Steel: [gets down on one knee, hands clasped together] I'm saying a prayer for you, Caroline.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: [eyeing Danny] Just a little prick.

Dr. Martin Ellingham: What do you want, Adrian?
Adrian Pitts: I want you to put in a word for me with Chris Parsons. You see, Faulkner is about to move on.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: And you're ready to step up?
Adrian Pitts: Yes, but I'm getting some resistance from Chris Parsons. Since you two are mates, I wondered if you might give him a call.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: I've spoken to Chris. He rang me. He thinks you're an arse. I think you're an arse too. Enjoy your weekend.
[Adrian storms out]
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Arse.

Dr. Martin Ellingham: Hello, Fenn, how are you?
Louisa Glasson: Don't you think it's a little late for the concerned routine?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: What in God's name are you...?
Louisa Glasson: When you have precisely one patient I'd think you'd want to visit him in hospital. No, Roger, don't try and speak.
Roger Fenn: [very hoarse] He *did* come and see me. Depressed the hell out of me.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: It was mutual.
Louisa Glasson: Well...
[to Martin]
Louisa Glasson: You could've told me.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: I tried to, but that woman shushed me.

Joan Norton: Look, Marty, you do realise that the villagers are dusting off their pitchforks, don't you?
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Yes. Exactly how many generations ago did the inbreeding start with these people?

Louisa Glasson: This is Miss Glasson from the school, Mrs Richards. I'm just checking on Bobby. Oh, dear, well, I'm sure the doctor will, he's...
Dr. Martin Ellingham: [grabs phone from Louisa] Mrs Richards? Dr Ellingham here. Is his temperature still elevated? Right, I'm on my way, what's the address? Yep. Yep. I'll be with you in 15 minutes.
Louisa Glasson: Half an hour.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: 30 minutes. Goodbye.
[to Louisa]
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Do you know where the...
Louisa Glasson: Map.
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Thanks.

Dr. Martin Ellingham: Bert, it's been a long day. Take two aspirin and insult me in the morning.

Dr. Martin Ellingham: [on telephone] Richard Morris, ENT. Dr Ellingham, I have a patient who needs an urgent laryngoscopy. Yes, that is my opinion.
[to the dog who is rooting around in the bin]
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Stop it! Stop it!
[into phone]
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Well, because I'm a doctor and he's a smoker with a lump in his neck. Would you like the tumour to write to you?
[the dog now has his head in the bin; Martin shouts]
Dr. Martin Ellingham: Will you get out of that bin?