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!
Mary Worth and Me has been Tweeting since May 2008. I have over 40 Tweets already! I'm obsessed!
By expressing an interest in what younger people are drawn to, no doubt Mary Worth hopes to draw younger people to her. And no doubt, Karen Moy hopes to draw younger people to her strip. But with characters like Wilbur Weston continuing to push the boundaries of creepiness, I would advise younger people to steer clear. Older people too.
"Hee hee hee hee... oooo... I've never been online before.... I suppose just one time won't do any harm.... hee hee hee hee.... oooo... it's like another world!...." 
...Other worlds, as gray as the moon, where the inhabitants eat Kelk and glow a creepy yellow before they kill.
Does Mary Worth not see the irony here? Karen Moy is completely mocking her and should be punished.
Last year, Twitter made $45 million. But now, since Mary Worth has been plugging Twitter for an entire week, Twitter is suddenly valued at almost $10 BILLION, and Facebook and Google are drawing up their battle lines for a bidding war, which will make Twitter worth even more. Did I mention that last year, Twitter only made $45 million? Such is the power of Mary Worth product placement.
At first, I thought Mary was so curious about Tweeting, that she had lept from her seat and was now standing, demanding to know more. Then I thought, but how could she balance on those spindly crisscrossed legs? Then I realized, no she's still sitting. She isn't as excited about Tweeting as I thought. 
Because Mary Worth knows everything, I sometimes forget that she doesn't know everything. What a Luddite. But be careful, Mary. I know you're curious, but curiosity is what gets most addicts started.
Well, it looks like I'm going to spend a week staring at Wilbur's amoeba shirt. Might as well make a ham sandwich and just accept it.
...he says as his computer monitor rises up from his dinner plate supplanting his own interaction with food. But perhaps that's a good thing.
Like many of us, Wilbur is of a generation that understands the dangers of technology. So far, we've been lucky... but it may just be a matter of time before Twitter builds sentient robots that take over the world.
Today's Full Strip
I don't know which is more insulting to our resident punching bag Wilbur Weston, the fact that his own daughter says she may not follow him back on Twitter in Panel 2, or the terribly unflattering angle at which Joe Giella drew panel 1. This is one screen no one wants to stare at.
And Dawn certainly knows what an addiction feels like after her run in with that meth dealer. You know who else knows what an addiction feels like? Jill Black. Gosh, I miss her.
The first step is to recognize there's a problem...
I know this will be hard for you Wilbur, but Dawn is like 27, and even though she's still freeloading at home while she drifts through her education at Local University, you've got to give her some space to interact with her Internet friends. Otherwise, she's never going to find a boyfriend.