“I’m insane,” declared Carmen.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” said her doctor bemusedly.

“I insist,” said Carmen. “I’m one-hundred percent crazy.”

“Are you hoping to get a prescription of some sort?”

“What, like a cheeseburger or something?”

“Ah, I see,” said the doctor. “You aren’t insane; you’re hungry.”

“Right. That.”