Mr. Bunion: Theres a poor fellow getting his misery loves company. So I'll just do a little ear work and listen.
Man: I'm all right!
Woman: No! You are not! We'll go back home! You are ill and I know it! You look ill but you won't own it up! You are sick!
Man: I feel fine, honest!
Woman: You think you do! I know better. I know how you looked just before you had that last bilious attack and you--
Man: I am not bilious, dear!
Woman: We'll go back home anyway and you'll lay down awhile and quiet yourself. I'll bathe your feet, it son't hurt to be a little--
Man: Pshaw! I ain't sick, dear.
Woman: I know you're not this minute but you are going to be sick, if you don't be careful. There's a doctor not going by, I'll--
Man: Aw! Don't call that doctor!
Woman: You are a doctor, aren't you? Well, won't you please come here a minute and convince my husband that he is ill? He insists that he is not but you can tell.
Man: Do I look ill, Doctor?
Mr. Bunion: Your husband, Madam, is one of these tough little propositions that you couldn't kill with an ax. Leave him alone and he'll never be sick. Let him rest! Give him a rest!
[out of panel] Ah! Ha! The doctor said you needed a rest! come home now and rest a bit and I'll talk to you.
Mr. Bunion: Yum! Hum! Old valise you are a delight after all! Yum! Yum! Yum! Yum!