The sore throat Carl, a young man, woke up and suffered from an awful sore throat and all but lost his voice. The small town's doctor operated out of his own home, so Carl made his way over, scratching at his sore throat. Dr. Wendell's wife answered the door, ""Yes?"" Carl, in a very quiet, breathy voice replied, ""Is the doctor in?"" Mrs. Wendell replied in the same whispering tone, ""No.... come on in!"" *-Groucho Marx*