I need the doctor

　"Doctor," A woman speaks loudly, running into the room, "I want you to say frankly what's wrong with me."
He studied her from head to foot. "Madam," he said at length, "I only have three things to tell you. First, I think your weight wants you to reduce by nearly sixty pounds. Another, your beauty can be improved largely if you used about one tenth as much rouge and lipstick. Lastly, I'm an artist. I think the doctor you wanted lives downstairs."