SISTER: “Tell me the truth, do boys like talkative girls as well as they like the other kind?”
BROTHER: “What other kind?”
SISTER: “Tell me the truth, do boys like talkative girls as well as they like the other kind?”
BROTHER: “What other kind?”
SON: “Hey, Dad! This newspaper says the moon is going broke.”
DAD: “Why is it going broke?”
SON: “The paper says it’s going into its last quarter.”
FATHER: “Son, when I was your age, I had never kissed a girl. Now, will you be able to tell your son the same thing?”
SON: “Yes, Dad, but not with a straight face.”
“For the last ten years my mother-in-law has been living with my wife and me in the same aparttment.”
“So, why don’t you tell her to get out?”
“I can’t. It’s her apartment.”
“But, Stanley, this isn’t our baby!”
“Quiet, it’s a better carriage.”
“How come you’re divorcing your husband after fifty-three years?”
“It’s like this, Your Honor, enough is enough.”
HUSBAND: “No! You can’t have a credit card.”
WIFE: “Why not? Everyone has a charge account. It’s nothing new. Even the Light Brigade charged.”
“Doctor, you have to help me. I just can’t remember anything anymore.”
“How long have you had this?”
“Had what?”
DENTIST: “I’m going to put a cap on that tooth, Mr. Hennerson.”
MR. HENNERSON: “At these prices, you’d better make it a hat!”
OVERHEARD: “Doctor Dently sure is a great dentist. The last time I went to see him, he said he was going to give me gas. So I told him while he was at it, he’d better check the oil too.”
“Doctor, you put my wife on a sardine diet. For two months she ate nothing but sardines.”
“Did she lose weight?”
“Sure she lost weight, but now every time she takes a bath, she fills the tub with olive oil.”
HYPOCHONDRIAC: “Doctor, I have a pain in my neck.”
DOCTOR: “So do I, and you’re it!”
QUACK DOCTOR: “Do you want to know how to keep from losing your hair?”
PATIENT: “Yes, Doctor. How?”
QUACK DOCTOR: “Sew a name tag inside your toupee.”
OPTOMETRIST: “How many fingers am I holding up on my right hand?”
PATIENT: “That’s easy. Six.”
OPTOMETRIST: “The only thing worse than your eyesight is your arithmetic.”
FATHER: “So you want to become a doctor when you grow up? What are you doing now to prepare yourself for that line of work?”
SON: “Well, Dad, I’m learning to write real bad and play golf.”