Doctor, Doctor, I keep thinking I’m a pair of curtains.
Pull yourself together man.
Doctor, doctor, will I ever get better?
At what?
Doctor, doctor, I’ve got skin trouble.
Doctor: Have you?
Patient: Yes, I can’t peel this banana.
Doctor, Doctor, I can’t stop eating dates.
Doctor: What’s wrong with that?
Patient: I’ve run out of calendars.
Doctor: I can’t diagnose the cause of your bad breath. I think it must be the drink.
Patient: Okay, I’ll come back when you’re sober.
Doctor, Doctor, I keep thinking I’m a telephone.
Well, take these pills and if you don’t get any better give me a ring.
