Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for February 03, 1985
Transcript:
Curtis: Zonker, I don't get it, you never go to classes. But you're getting straight As! How do you do it? Zonker: My uncle owns the school. Curtis: Oh. Zonker: He's just helping me through a difficult period of adjustment. Curtis: Zonker, do you ever get tired of life at the top? Zonker: At the top? At the top of what, Curtis? Curtis: The heap, of course. You've only been here a few weeks, and not only have you been made captain of the volleyball team and head of the film society, but your tan already has the Patina of a stradnarius! Meanwhile, your roommate can't make the J.V. snorkeling squad, and my nose peels, if I even think about the sun! Zonker: Now, now Curtis, you've got other strengths. Curtis: Oh, yeah like what name one! Zonker: Well, like...um...like... Curtis: See? Zonker: Like neurosurgery! You're much better at neurosurgery than anyone in our class! Curtis: It's not the same, Zonk. Zonker: Hey, c'mon, man, one day that could lead to something.