2008-11-11
Original: 2008-11-11 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A red-haired man in a white coat reclines in a hospital chair, eyes closed and smiling contentedly. A cold compress rests on his forehead, his arm is wrapped in a bandage, and an IV drip stand stands beside him. On the table next to him sits a box labeled "MORPHINE."
Caption (the man, narrating): I didn't become a doctor for the money.
Votey:
A close-up, sketchy black-and-white drawing of the back of a man's head as he looks at a diploma/certificate that reads: "Ph.D of PHILOSOPHY"
A red-haired man in a white coat reclines in a hospital chair, eyes closed and smiling contentedly. A cold compress rests on his forehead, his arm is wrapped in a bandage, and an IV drip stand stands beside him. On the table next to him sits a box labeled "MORPHINE."
Caption (the man, narrating): I didn't become a doctor for the money.
Votey:
A close-up, sketchy black-and-white drawing of the back of a man's head as he looks at a diploma/certificate that reads: "Ph.D of PHILOSOPHY"
Alt text
A red-haired man in a white doctor's coat lies back contentedly in a hospital chair, eyes closed and smiling. A cold compress is on his forehead, his arm is bandaged, an IV drip stands beside him, and a box labeled MORPHINE sits on the table next to him. Caption: "I didn't become a doctor for the money." The joke: he became a doctor for easy access to drugs. Votey: a rough black-and-white sketch of the back of a man's head as he looks at a certificate reading "Ph.D of PHILOSOPHY" — implying he is a doctor of philosophy, not medicine.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.