Doctor Humor Quotes Novels & Stories

Quinn's gaze turned vacant, he stared blankly at the distant ocean. Then, after a long silence, he let out a low, almost amused chuckle. "Doctor, you must be mistaken. My Grandma is perfectly healthy. She drinks two shots of liquor every day." The doctor, on the other end, sounded frustrated. "What kind of family member are you? The patient just had surgery! If you don't want to visit, fine, but at least come up with a better excuse." He kept talking, but Quinn wasn't listening anymore. His fingers trembled as he ended the call. Then, over and over again, he dialed my number. However, my phone was powered off.

His face was completely void of expression, much like it had been last night. “I know,” Stanley said, staring dubiously at the doctor. “It’s just something they say on TV.” “I wouldn’t know. I don’t watch TV.” This doctor was a real piece of work. He didn’t seem to have a humorous bone in his body. “He was just trying to make light of the situation,” I explained. “There’s nothing light about a heart condition,” the doctor said seriously. “Of course,” I said. I side-eyed Stanley and we both suppressed a smile.

Leroy teased. "It was one time, and she kept sneezing." "I told you, I'm a cardiologist. But when people hear "oh he's a doctor" you start making silly complains about how you have headache and you want to lose weight but don't know how to." She swallowed, waiting impatiently for him to land. She quickly added, "again, these were one time each. You act all smart and mighty, it couldn't hurt to think you were like an AI or something."

She patted the spot next to her on the couch. "Come laugh with your old mother. The doctor said laughter is the best medicine." "Pretty sure he prescribed actual medicine," I said but settled in beside her. "Details, details." She waved dismissively. "Oh, this guy is hilarious. He does this bit about dating apps that'll make you cry." I curled my legs underneath me, grateful for the distraction. The comedian on screen was in the middle of a story about a disastrous blind date. "...so there I am, covered in spaghetti sauce, and she says, 'This isn't going to work. I'm gluten-free.'"

He pauses and looks up at me“You’re lucky. It could’ve been a lot worse.” I manage a weak chuckle that immediately makes me regret it as pain spreads through my chest. “Yeah… lucky.” The doctor continues, “I’m going to ask you a few quick questions. What year is it?” I can’t resist messing with him. “2018?” Emily gasps behind him. The doctor’s eyebrows shoot up for a second before he realizes I’m messing with him. “Very funny,” he says dryly, though the corner of his mouth twitches. “Try again.”

he questioned, feigning offense. “You don’t work in a clinic.” “But I am a doctor.” “An awfully annoying one, yes.” “So, you don’t think I am hot?” ‘Persistent little shit.’

asked Vivian, lifting up the heavy silver pot. "Just lemon, please," he replied automatically and saw her smile. "What is it?" "That’s how you always take your tea…. Although I know you remember that" "So my brain sort out the most important things, right?" he questioned drily and she smiled again. "At least your sense of humor hasn’t completely deserted you." "You mean I have one?" "Sometimes." She was about to tease him when she drew herself up short. ‘Don’t tire him,’ the doctor had told her—and perhaps teasing would qualify as tiring him. "Have a sandwich."

“Jesse, my man, which is why I’m encouraging you to talk some more! It doesn’t have to be about anything life changing. If you were me I’d say crack a joke but I don’t know if you even know any jokes.” “I know jokes.” His face lit up. “Oh yes? Tell me one then.” “Can you guess what the therapist said when I told my therapist I’m scared of dying alone? “Uh, no what?” “He said, “Most people don’t die with the company,” I said, chuckling. “Get it?” Rain looked at Matt. “Matt, am I supposed to laugh at that?” “Ideally someone is supposed to laugh when they tell a joke,” Matt said with a sigh. “Jesse, what have I told you about your morbid jokes?”

He managed a wry smile. “Think about it as revenge, but make it clever. Humiliate him in a way that leaves him speechless. Isn’t that what he deserves?” His words, laced with humor and a touch of irreverence, struck a chord in my heart. I felt a strange, fleeting moment of relief, a chance to reclaim some control in this chaotic mess. Caleb’s suggestion brought a small smile to my lips—a reminder that humor could sometimes be the sharpest weapon. Before I could dwell further on my thoughts, the doctor came rushing back with good news.

As soon as I opened my door," Surprise! " It was Phill standing at my door. " Phill? What are you doing here? Don't you have your shift? ” Phill looked offended because I ignored the packed of donuts that he was shoving in my face. " Can't a doctor take a leave? Despite the Hypocritical Oath, we are still human beings! " He joked. I laughed. I barely laughed. " What is that supposed to mean! ” He pulled out a donut from the packet and shoved it in mouth, may be to shut me up. He clearly didn't want to answer my question.