Many thanks for posting the link!
Here is a transcript, as some of the dialog is a little hard to make out:
From: "That Mitchell and Webb Look: Homeopathic A&E"
Scene one: An emergency room in a hospital
Doctor: What have we got?
Nurse: Okay, broken arm, suspected internal injuries, severe contusions to the ear.
Doctor: We're going to have to move fast, bring me a solution of Arnica Montana, Stat!
Nurse: Strength?
Doctor: One part in a million.
Nurse: Are you sure? It looks serious.
Doctor: You're right, we need to strengthen the dose - one part in ten million.
Nurse: Coming doctor!
Specialist: What do we have here?
Doctor: Nothing we can't handle. Get me some Wolfsbane, also known as Monkshood, in here!
And a whole tray of flower remedies!
Specialist: Ohhh, his chakras are fading. What we need are some crystals.
Doctor: Nurse, fetch me some Purple Tizi Quartz
Specialist: (Frowns)
Doctor: Damn it you're right. Make that Aquamarine Quartz!
Specialist: Good call.
Doctor: Okay, he's stabalizing. Now, does anyone know what sort of car hit him?
Nurse: Blue Ford Mondeo apparently.
Doctor: Right, now get be a bit of Blue Ford Mondeo, put it in water, shake it,
dilute it, shake it again, dilute it again, do some more shaking,
dilute it some more, and put three drops on his tongue. If that doesn't cure
him, I don't know what will.
Specialist: You have to look at this Simon.
Doctor: What is it?
Specialist: I don't think this poor chap's got long to live.
Doctor: Why not?
Specialist: (holding the patient's hand up) His lifeline - very short.
(picking up a newspaper) His horoscope's not too clever either:
"Sagittarious. Brace yourself for a surprise, things are about to change
for you."
Doctor: They certainly are, unless.... Wait!
Specialist: What?
Doctor: We can try drawing a bit more lifeline on with biro (ballpoint pen).
Specialist: Do you think it will work?
Doctor: Have you got a better idea? Let's see what happens.
Patient: (groans and dies)
Doctor: (sighs) Damn it! Time of death - three thirty four....ish
Scene Two: A bar
Specialist: Tough day, hey?
Doctor: I just can't stand losing them.
Specialist: It happens.
Doctor: I don't know. Sometimes I think that a trace solution of Deadly Nightshade,
or a statistically negligible quantity of Arsenic just ... isn't enough.
Specialist: That's crazy talk Simon. Okay, so you kill the odd patient with cancer or
heart disease, or bronchitis, flu, chicken pox, or measles, but, when
someone comes in with a vague sense of unease, or a touch of the nerves,
or just more money than sense, you'll be there for them. A bottle of
basically just water in one hand, a huge invoice in the other.
Doctor: I suppose you're right.
Specialist: Here, another drink?
Doctor: I need one.
Specialist: (to the bartender) Excuse me! Two more homeopathic lagers please.
Doctor: (taking a sip) Whoa! That's strong stuff.