Doctor and Psychiatrist Milkman in “The Poet McTeagle”

I'm afraid our regular psychiatrist hasn't come round this morning, and I've got an ego block, which is turn making my wife over-assertive and getting us both into a state of depressive neurosis.

I see, sir. Who's your regular?

Jersey Cream Psychiatrists.

Oh, yes, I know them. Right, well, what's your job, then?

I'm a doctor.

Didn't I see you just now under a Scotsman?

Yes, but I am a doctor. Actually, I'm a gynecologist, but that was my lunch hour.

[holding up an ink blot] What does this remind you of?

Two pints of cream?

Right. I should definitely say you're suffering from a severe personality disorder, sir, sublimating itself in a lactic obsession that could get worse, depending on how much money you've got.

Yes, I see. And a pot of yoghurt, please.