Waiting for God1990

Mr Davis:
I'm sorry.

Tom:
Not good enough. What are you going to do?

Diana:
Yes, what?

Mr Davis:
I'm retiring soon, so I can say what I like now. I've had a right noseful of you two for the last few years. Every time someone breaks wind in the wrong direction you're in here screaming about your rights and bleeding all over the carpet. Local government is to keep things running and to look after the *really* needy, not to be constantly wiping your ancient and *pampered* *botties*.

Tom:
Diana, don't kill him.

Diana:
No, Tom, I admire his courage. What exactly are you saying with these last words of yours?

Mr Davis:
You are in reasonable health; you are not poor; you are not incapable. So, apart from screaming the roof off every ten minutes, what are *you* doing for your fellow pensioners? Hm?