The Cohens were shown into the dentist's office, where Mr. Cohen made it clear he was in a hurry.
"No fancy stuff, Doctor," he ordered. "No gas or needles. Just pull the tooth and get it over with."
"I wish more of my patients were as stoic as you," said the dentist admiringly. "Now, which tooth is it?"
Mr. Cohen turned to his wife, Becky. "Show him, honey."