Even from Philadelphia's elitist perch, she wouldn't wish a toothache on her lowly listeners. Gage and Jessica are grateful for the advancements dental care has made since Philadelphia's time.

Philadelphia has a much less favourable opinion than Gage and Jessica when it comes to one of Shakespeare’s creations. A hero to some is but a puckfist to others.

Philadelphia shares gruesome details of Kingly sores.

Philadelphia doth affy that the knowlege of the wise from her time is more reputable than that of a couple of pod ladies. The pod ladies affy otherwise.

Philadelphia desires not to ever be labeled a fricatrice. Gage and Jessica are miffed that there are a surprisingly high number of such words.

Philadelphia feels there is a woeful shortage of wittols in the world. Gage and Jessica learn what the female equivalent of a wittol is.

An assassination plot? Or a ploy to get out of debt? Are either worthy of a pother. Philadelphia is reluctant to say but is pressed by Gage and Jessica to, uh... stick her neck out.

Philadelphia is enamoured with the thought of her own consanguinity. She is less impressed to learn from Gage and Jessica that such consanguineous ties extend well beyond her.