Mary, you're so busy face-touching and palm-pointing that you're missing a grand opportunity to feel smug! Think back to Feburary 18, when you told a skeptical, clown-painting Toby your suspicions that Nola was driven by a "deep sense of inadequacy." And now, here we go, with Nola's heart-tugging story of childhood poverty. Too bad the restaurant doesn't have a nearby couch for Nola to crawl onto, a la Mike Roberts, to have her head shrunk by Dr Mary.
Oh my gosh...they're going to bond. Mary will tell her story, Nola will tell her's...then they'll both start crying and hugging each other, and Nola will apologize for her past sins and instantly reform....or else Mary will change HER ways, realize she deserves it all, and join Nola in her life of crime. Hmmmm...Maybe this story is about to get more interesting after all...Nah, who am I kidding? So, who wants to start taking bets on the next storyline?
I love a double-flashback as much as the next girl, but what about Nola's boyfriend? Is he cheating on her or not?
Mary: Nola, are there other things that you've done??Nola: Yes, Mary.I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die, andI shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, and...I let the dogs out.Mary: Woof, woof, woof, woof!
Yes. Yes! YES!!!!!I feel a "Let me tell you a story..." coming on! Happy days are here again! :-)
I am still stunned by the attack of the Lattice-top Pie in panel one...
Oh, boy. Hunker down. [/mst3k]
I foresee a flashback to Nola's childhood home. It's in a rundown neighborhood with trash-strewn streets and graffiti on the filthy brick walls. The Wolvenson clan will be huddled in a crummy apartment with cracked plaster and pictures hanging askew. No lovely pink draperies, either! In short, we'll be transported back to the neighborhood in which Richie was gunned down and the hovel where Kurt (Wilbur Weston's non-son) lived.Just a stab in the dark: I'll bet the Wolvensons never said that happy was the only way THEY knew how to be.
Oh, dear, wouldn't it be sweet if Nola had a childhood sweetheart from whom she was prematurely parted, and Mary encourages her to find him, and it turns out to be Bobby Black??Drama would ensue.
This could be a fun game of one-upmanship. Nola says they only ate rotten vegetables, Mary says at least you had vegetables, we had to eat dirt. Oh yeah, we had to wear old potato sacks for clothes. Oh yeah, we had to live under a bridge for a while. And on and on. Who will win?
Here we go with Mary starting up with "let me tell you a story."Please don't flash back to Apple Mary peddling apples on the street during the Depression.
This is going to turn into that Monty Python "we had to lick the road clean" skit as the gals try to out-poverty each other.Unless the waffle kills both of them first. It's getting so close in the second panel it's casting a shadow on Mary. Or, maybe whatever health condition it is that is causing Mary's right eye to bug out will strike her down, while Necklace shortens itself further and strangles Nola.--Beagle Vet
Mary says, "Oh, this isn't shock,dear-- WE were so poor we didn't have toys, so we would touch our faces for entertainment".
Vicki-love the face touching. We were so poor we had to take in each other's laundry.
We were so poor that one giant waffle had to last for an entire MONTH.We were so poor that I'm still wearing my mother's housecoats.We were so poor that we couldn't afford hair dye, so we had to use shoe polish.We were so poor that I couldn't afford underwear to wear under my kilt.We were so poor that we only got rainbow swirl ice cream when we were kidnapped.But happy was the only way we knew how to be.--Beagle Vet
Post a Comment