2007-11-28
Original: 2007-11-28 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A doctor in green scrubs with glasses and a head mirror stands holding a guitar, smiling at a man seen from behind (the patient or a relative) who holds a paper labeled "TEST RESULTS".
Doctor: "I wrote a bittersweet tune for occasions such as this. It's called 'Your wife won't be lonely for long.'"
Paper held by the man: "TEST RESULTS:"
Votey:
A grinning man's face in close-up, with a speech bubble.
Man: "She loves my singing."
A doctor in green scrubs with glasses and a head mirror stands holding a guitar, smiling at a man seen from behind (the patient or a relative) who holds a paper labeled "TEST RESULTS".
Doctor: "I wrote a bittersweet tune for occasions such as this. It's called 'Your wife won't be lonely for long.'"
Paper held by the man: "TEST RESULTS:"
Votey:
A grinning man's face in close-up, with a speech bubble.
Man: "She loves my singing."
Alt text
A doctor in green scrubs wearing glasses and a head mirror cheerfully holds an acoustic guitar while facing a man seen from behind who clutches a paper marked "TEST RESULTS." The doctor says, "I wrote a bittersweet tune for occasions such as this. It's called 'Your wife won't be lonely for long.'" The joke: the doctor is delivering grim test results by serenading the patient with a song implying the patient will soon die and his wife will quickly move on. Votey: a close-up of a grinning man's face who says, "She loves my singing" — obliviously cheerful, missing the dark implication.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.