"Doctor, doctor, I swallowed a bone."
"Are you choking?"
"No, I really did!"
"Doctor!" said the woman as she loudly bounced into the room, "I want you to tell me very frankly what's wrong with me?"
He surveyed her from head to foot. "Madam," he said at length, "I've just three things to tell you. First, you need to lose at least twenty pounds. Second, you should use about half as much rouge and lipstick. And third, I'm an artist - the doctor's office is on the next floor."
"Doctor, doctor, you have to help me out!"
"Certainly, not a problem. Which way did you come in?"
"Doctor, doctor, I'm addicted to brake fluid!"
"That is nonsense," begins the doctor, "You can stop anytime."