Mrs. Scan: "Oh, thank heavens. I was so worried I had a brain tumor."
Mr. Scan: "That is reassuring."
Mrs. Scan: "Isn't that wonderful news, Phil?"
Mr. Scan: "Yes."
Mrs. Scan: "What? You don't think it's good news?"
Mr. Scan: "I said I did. I said it was reassuring."
Mrs. Scan: "You could try to look a little more enthusiastic. Or happy. Or something."
Mr. Scan: "I am, what should I be doing?"
Mrs. Scan: "Why can't you ever be happy for me?"
Mr. Scan: "Why does this have to be a production?"
Mrs. Scan: "Dr. Grumpy, don't you think he should look happier about the news?"
Mr. Scan: "Dr. Grumpy, do you..."
Dr. Grumpy: "I'm staying out of this."
7 comments:
You is smart man, Dr. G!!
Seems like a normal marriage to me ;)
Honey, this is my 'won the lottery' face.
Isn't it weird how often a Miss Histrionic marries a Mr. Laconic?
Wait till he's nervously awaiting the results of testing for prostate cancer. He'll probably still be laconic, but one hopes he'll realize what she is going through.
"I mean, I've been going to the trouble of faking orgasms for 30 years now..."
Here's hoping the husband doesn't become your patient next year for Parkinson's disease!
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