2005-06-02
Original: 2005-06-02 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A doctor (a man wearing scrubs, sunglasses, and a head mirror) hands something to a blonde woman in a hospital bed who is holding a swaddled bundle.
Doctor: HERE YOU ARE, MRS. SANDERSON.
Mrs. Sanderson: OH THANKYOU DOCTOR, I... WAIT, DIDN'T I GIVE BIRTH TO A HUMAN BABY?
(The bundle she is holding clearly does not contain a human baby — small flame-like shapes poke out of it.)
Doctor's inner thought (caption at bottom): UH OH. SHE CAN'T KNOW THAT YOU LOST THE BABY! OH GOD, SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU! QUICK! SAY SOMETHING CLEVER!
Doctor (small text below): "Uhhh... No?"
Votey:
Close-up on Mrs. Sanderson's face, glaring angrily through her glasses.
Mrs. Sanderson: And how dare you question my medical expertise!?
A doctor (a man wearing scrubs, sunglasses, and a head mirror) hands something to a blonde woman in a hospital bed who is holding a swaddled bundle.
Doctor: HERE YOU ARE, MRS. SANDERSON.
Mrs. Sanderson: OH THANKYOU DOCTOR, I... WAIT, DIDN'T I GIVE BIRTH TO A HUMAN BABY?
(The bundle she is holding clearly does not contain a human baby — small flame-like shapes poke out of it.)
Doctor's inner thought (caption at bottom): UH OH. SHE CAN'T KNOW THAT YOU LOST THE BABY! OH GOD, SHE'S LOOKING AT YOU! QUICK! SAY SOMETHING CLEVER!
Doctor (small text below): "Uhhh... No?"
Votey:
Close-up on Mrs. Sanderson's face, glaring angrily through her glasses.
Mrs. Sanderson: And how dare you question my medical expertise!?
Alt text
A doctor in scrubs, sunglasses, and a head mirror hands a swaddled bundle to a blonde woman in a hospital bed. He says, "Here you are, Mrs. Sanderson." She replies, "Oh thankyou doctor, I... wait, didn't I give birth to a human baby?" — because the bundle she's holding obviously isn't a baby (little flame-like shapes stick out of it). A caption reveals the doctor's panicked inner monologue: "Uh oh. She can't know that you lost the baby! Oh god, she's looking at you! Quick! Say something clever!" Out loud he manages only a weak "Uhhh... No?" In the votey, a close-up of the woman's face shows her glaring furiously as she snaps, "And how dare you question my medical expertise!?" — absurdly turning the doctor's fumble back on herself as if she were the physician.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.