Russell WadeQuotes

Mrs. Mary McBride: He'll not leave the grave - not since Wednesday last when we buried the lad.

Donald Fettes: Your son, ma'am? He must have been a fine boy for the wee dog to love him so.

Mrs. Mary McBride: A great kind lad he was - gentle with all things like Robbie. Now I can't get the dog to leave here. Perhaps it is for the best. I've not money enough to afford a grave watcher.

Donald Fettes: Not much danger here, ma'am, I wouldn't think - right here in the heart of Edinburgh.

Mrs. Mary McBride: They're uncommon bold, the grave robbers - and the daft doctors who drive them on.

Cabman John Gray: [to Fettes] I'm a pretty bad fellow myself, but MacFarlane's the boy - Toddy McFarlane I call him. Toddy, order your friend another glass. Toddy hates me.

Dr. Wolfe Toddy MacFarlane: Don't call me by that confounded name.

Cabman John Gray: [thrusts a knife into a loaf of bread] Hear him! Did you ever see the lads play knife? Toddy would like to do that all over my body.

Donald Fettes: We medicals have a better way than that. When we dislike a friend of ours, we dissect him.

Donald Fettes: He taught me the mathematics of anatomy but he couldn't teach me the poetry of medicine.

Donald Fettes: [Donald sits on a tomb in a graveyard and offers a bit of his lunch to a dog sitting on a nearby grave; the dog growls angrily] Here. Here's a bit of something for you. Now, now, laddie. I only wanted to be friendly.