Same thing in the clinic waiting room.

Not long afterwards, a doctor strode into my hospital room, and he said, Amanda, you'll never walk again.

Roger that.

Wouldn't it be nice, I think, when the blue haired lady in the doctor's waiting room bends over the magazine table and farts, just a little, and violently blushes.

Fetch a doctor...a doctor!

The doctor says it's nothing serious.

No, no. A good doctor is a busy doctor.

Tell my girls I'll be okay.

Art, I've got skinnies with RPGs at 12 00.

Bulwer!

The doctor!

Doctor?

The doctor.

No, no.

Doctor!

A doctor's...

The doctor.

Physician!

Wouldn't it be nice, I think, when the blue haired lady in the doctor's waiting room bends over the magazine table and farts, just a little, and violently blushes.

It is no longer the case in the United States that you go to the doctor, and the doctor tells you what to do.

I am Dr. Lyman Sanderson, Dr. Chumley's assistant.

Dining room, bedroom, living room.

Patients then take their prescriptions to our desk in the clinic waiting room where we have a core of well trained college student advocates who work side by side with these families to connect them out to the existing landscape of community resources.

Hold the wound.

Doc.

Doctor prince?

Doctor Baek?

Doctor,

The country doctor.

By the doctor?

I forgot the doctor!

Where's the doctor?

You a doctor?

Get a doctor.

Doctor's report?

And the doctor...

You mean the doctor?

Dr. Sanderson?

Ooh, ooh! Oh, Doctor!

Girl.

Where's the Doctor?

The doctor suggested it.

Doctor!

Doctor!

Say, Doc?