Iris seems to have attempted an abrupt exit from the booth, but Wilbur's drawn out blabbering has forced her to stick around. "How did that go?" she asks retaking her seat, resigned to her fate.
This wonderful Yiddish expression, which I first heard in Fiddler on the Roof, is generally used when someone says something nice, and someone else wants to use it almost as a prayer. You: "Wanders, one day your blog will make you millions of dollars." Wanders: "From your lips to God's ears."
You worry about a lot of things, Wilbur, but clearly you aren't worried about cholesterol as you suck the grease out of another chicken nugget.
Okay, I'm a dad. So, I can sympathize with Wilbur's desire to spend time with his daughter and to maintain a certain level of communication. However, inviting her to a movie (too busy), and then to the Most Romantic Restaurant on Planet Earth (not hungry) is more than a bit weird. 
Ever since I got you that tin can phone on a string, you do nothing but talk to your friends next door. You send them text messages on paper airplanes you throw out the window, and when the birds sit on the string between the two cans, you send tweets.
This has turned into some sort of bizarre father-daughter version of "Whose Afraid of Virginia Wolf." More booze!
I'm worried about US too! I'm worried that this story could go on for a whole 'nother week. An entire WEEK!
Is that some kind of threat???
This is the moment I want to see Dawn's face rise up from inside the monitor, bang on the glass and scream, "Let me OUT! I'm trapped in the Internet world where the rivers are too deep! I was drawn here because I'm a young person who is interested in the minutia of other people's sentences!"
What you're seeing are simple sentences because a comic strip is not Charles Dickens. Oh, never mind!
