It was at the dentist’s, and Potz was the object in the chair – a miserable forlorn object to boot. The operation was ended, and the dentist was ostentatiously cleaning his forceps.

“I must charge you fifty dollars,” he said to the patient.

The unlucky victim turned upon his persecutor: “What! Fifty dollars? Why, you promised to charge me only ten!”

“Yes,” agreed the tooth-tugger, cheerfully, “that was my contract price.”

“Well? “queried the tormented one.

“But you yelled so loud that you’ve scared away four other ten dollars patients.”

    在牙医诊所, 宝滋可怜地被医生固定在椅子上. 手术终于完了,牙医轻松地洗着他的镊子.

    "我必须收你五十美元."他对病人说.

    这个倒霉的受害者转向他的迫害者:"什么! 五十美元? 为什么啊, 你答应只收我十美元的!"

    "是的" 牙医同意, 他高兴地说,"那是我的合同价格."

    "那?..."苦恼的病人问.

    "但是你叫得太大声了,把我另外四个十美元的客人吓跑了."