“SO DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THAT TRAMP ACROSS THE STREET? SEEMS SHE’S BEEN CHEATING ON HER POOR HUSBAND AGA…NO, NOT EATING, CHEATING…ANYWAY, SHE WENT AND…I DIDN’T SAY CHEESING…C-H-E-A-T-I…SHUT THAT THING OFF!!”
HEATHCLIFF: “I got the couch!”
Sorry, Jimmy—You still don’t have good buzz.
A young Beetle Bailey.
A pad and pencil? What is this, His Girl Friday ? Tomorrow, they’ll be speaking in rapid-fire patter and donning hats with a PRESS tag in the band.
They’re not even looking in the right direction—Is she reading her line off cue cards?
Yarrr! It blows!
Sorry, Trekkies—-This is the “five year mission to explore strange new worlds” you’re gonna get.
Only problem is Skip’s shadow resembles a well-water pitcher pump.
No prob, Argle-Bargle…
“SO DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THAT TRAMP ACROSS THE STREET? SEEMS SHE’S BEEN CHEATING ON HER POOR HUSBAND AGA…NO, NOT EATING, CHEATING…ANYWAY, SHE WENT AND…I DIDN’T SAY CHEESING…C-H-E-A-T-I…SHUT THAT THING OFF!!”