George Wilson:

[turns on bathroom light and walks in but slips on wet soapy floor, doing a full split at the legs] George Wilson:
[grabs hold of the sink, to pull himself up]
New pajamas. God bless them. George Wilson:
[opens medicine cabinet and takes toilet-cleaner mouthwash out. He pours some and gargles on it and then spits it out groaning in disgust] Mrs. Martha Wilson:
[hearing him from upstairs]
Poor thing, I wish he'd get the hernia fixed. George Wilson:
[has mouth on running faucet as he's trying to frantically rinse his mouth] George Wilson:
[sniffling now, he reaches for the nasal spray-mouth wash. He squeezes some up one nostril. Squeezes up the other nostril. His face goes wild as he drops the container] George Wilson:
[howling wildly he plunges his head in the sink full of water and desperately tries cleaning his nose]