2007-03-04
Original: 2007-03-04 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Patient (a balding man with orange hair, seen from behind): COME ON, DOC! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, HUH? TELL ME! TELL ME NOW!
Doctor (a man in green scrubs with glasses and a mustache, arms crossed): WELL, I GUESS YOU'RE TERMINALLY *IMPATIENT* TOO.
Votey:
The doctor (shown in a close-up): SORRY. THAT WAS MEAN. I'M USING UP A LOT OF YOUR REMAINING HALF HOUR.
Patient (a balding man with orange hair, seen from behind): COME ON, DOC! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME, HUH? TELL ME! TELL ME NOW!
Doctor (a man in green scrubs with glasses and a mustache, arms crossed): WELL, I GUESS YOU'RE TERMINALLY *IMPATIENT* TOO.
Votey:
The doctor (shown in a close-up): SORRY. THAT WAS MEAN. I'M USING UP A LOT OF YOUR REMAINING HALF HOUR.
Alt text
A doctor in green scrubs with glasses, a mustache, and crossed arms stands in an exam room facing a balding, orange-haired patient seen from behind. The patient demands, "Come on, Doc! What's wrong with me, huh? Tell me! Tell me now!" The doctor calmly replies, "Well, I guess you're terminally IMPATIENT too" — the pun implying the patient is both terminally ill and impatient. Votey: a close-up of the same doctor adds, "Sorry. That was mean. I'm using up a lot of your remaining half hour," revealing the patient has only about thirty minutes left to live.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.