A well-respected surgeon was relaxing on his sofa one evening just after arriving home from work. As he was tuning into the evening news, the phone rang. The doctor calmly answered it and heard the familiar voice of a colleague on the other end of the line.
“We need a fourth for poker,” said the friend.
“I’ll be right over,” whispered the doctor.
As he was putting on his coat, his wife asked, “Is it serious?”
“Oh yes, quite serious,” said the doctor gravely. “In fact, three doctors are there already!”
This is the actor Kenneth Cranham talking about his late friend, Harold Pinter:
He loved certain words and didn’t want anyone else fiddling with his words. On our first discussion about The Homecoming, I told him, ‘I really like the rhythm of “You can f*** off out of it” rather than “You can f*** off”. Can I say that?’
A little three year old boy is sitting on the toilet. His mother thinks he has been in there too long, so she goes in to see what’s up. The little boy is sitting on the toilet reading a book. But about every ten seconds or so he puts the book down, grips onto to the toilet seat with his left hand and hits himself on top of the head with his right hand. His mother says, “Billy, are you all right? You’ve been in here for a while…”
Billy says, “I’m fine, Mommy…i just haven’t gone ‘doody’ yet."
Mother says, “ Okay, you can stay here a few more minutes. But, Billy, why are you hitting yourself on the head?"
Billy says, “ Works for ketchup."
