INT. DOCTOR’S CONSULTATION ROOM – DAY
A WOMAN – Mrs. Clarkson - is sitting with her young SON who sits listlessly playing with the edge of the Doctor’s desk as his mother complains to the DOCTOR.
MRS CLARKSON
What with all the tests and different methods you’ve tried, none of his allergies have been cured, if anything they’ve got worse and he’s developed some new ones; papaya, pumpkin seeds, pretzels.
DOCTOR
Mrs-
MRS CLARKSON
And that’s just the P’s, we tried honey for his hay fever and he was allergic to that as well. I’m not happy doctor. I want my son to be prioritised; I want the best minds in the profession to stop what they’re doing and take a look at this!
DOCTOR
If you could just-
MRS CLARKSON
I want research and experiments and the very best nurses looking after him, I read an article in the waiting room – not this time but last time – about a boy who lives in a bubble-
DOCTOR
I must-
MRS CLARKSON
I’ve been thinking about that, and I won’t pretend I’m too thrilled about the idea but I want one of those as well and one of those antiseptic pools like they have on farms for the cows and the birds, I want one of those, if they’re not available on the NHS well...
DOCTOR
Mrs. Clarkson! Good news. There’s been a medical breakthrough.
MRS CLARKSON
Really...?
The Doctor brings a syringe filled with bright green liquid out of his desk-draw and places it on the desk with a hint of theatricality.
MRS CLARKSON
What’s that?
DOCTOR
One injection of this will solve all our problems.
MRS CLARKSON
Well i hope that's clean if you're going to stick it in my son!
DOCTOR
It's not for him.
Very funny. I liked the punchline. I was thinking you had put too much dialogue in untill I read the last line. And welcome to the BSG if i haven't said it to you yet 
