:05:02
- Oh, my book.
- Edna St Vincent Millay.
:05:04
- Thank you. I'm sorry. Thank you.
- Romantic stuff.
:05:09
Come on.
:05:17
- I can't get him out of my mind.
- And that's it? That's all?
:05:21
- Yes.
- You said an affair.
:05:23
- You know I could never...
- What's his name? Is he single?
:05:27
I don't even... I don't know.
:05:30
Isn't this foolish?
:05:32
It isn't even that he's so handsome.
:05:34
It's more... more the way
he looked at me, you know?
:05:37
- Was he there when you went back?
- I couldn't bring myself to go back.
:05:41
I had Hilda pick up the children.
But I'm gonna go today. I'm gonna go.
:05:45
I don't know why.
You know, I'd never dare do anything.
:05:48
- Start a conversation.
- Speak to him? Come on. You're joking.
:05:53
I can't bring myself to look at him,
let alone speak to him.
:05:56
I mean, I tried to speak to him the
other day, and I just... Nothing came out.
:06:01
Are you and Doug OK?
:06:03
Yeah. I always assumed
everything was fine.
:06:06
I'm just so ashamed of the way I feel.
:06:08
- You must never tell...
- Hi, Alice. Nina, hi.
:06:11
- How is your back? Feeling any better?
- No, it's worse. It's much worse.
:06:16
I have the perfect man for you to see. He's
an acupuncturist. His name is Dr Yang.
:06:20
That's funny. My trainer
mentioned him this morning.
:06:23
He's not just an acupuncturist. He's
a diagnostician. He gives these herbs.
:06:27
The man's a genius.
He diagnoses you from your pulse.
:06:30
He took Jean Lewis's pulse
and told her she would develop an ulcer.
:06:33
No Western doctor could find it.
Six months later she fell over with pain.
:06:38
- I heard Jean Lewis had a wattle-ectomy.
- A good one. All that turkey-neck is gone.
:06:43
- Am I getting that?
- Oh, no.
:06:45
Don't forget Dr Yang.
His herbs are marvellous.
:06:47
They're not chemicals. They're all natural.
:06:50
Helen Dukes had vaginal tumours.
Every Western doctor wanted to operate.
:06:54
She went on Dr Yang's herbs. They went
into remission. It's been three years.
:06:59
- Gosh!
- Don't you have to be someplace, Alice?