Panel 1: Looks like the pilot of that plane has his/her eyes on Hugo's toast and is about to crash through the window into the booth. The plane flying in the background seems to be having wing problems - uh oh. Just another wacky day at Santa Royale International Regional Airport.
I don't know if KM is making a clumsy political statement concerning the immigration crisis through Dawn ("I thought everyone wanted to move to America") or Dawn is just being a blockhead. (Probably a combination of both.)
I'm waiting for Lucky Pierre (a Batman reference for all you baby boomers) to say "Dawn, ma amie, how many times must I tell you that I cannot stay in your inferior country. Here, let me say it in my native tongue: Dawn, je ne peux pas rester dans ton pays inférieur. Au revoir.
Wanders, you need to put "America" from West Side Story in the Charterstone Jukebox. I'm waiting for Dawn to do a Rita Moreno. She just needs to change the verses about Puerto Rico to France.
Desperate Dawn's too upset to eat, but there's nothing wrong with Hugo's appetite, despite being badgered into a relationship he's clearly done with.
Start whipping up some tuna casserole, Mary.
It would be funny if Hugo starting riffing on Bogie:
"Where I'm going, you can't go. What I've gotta do, you can't be any part of. Someday you'll understand that. We'll always have Abandonada Beach. Here's looking at you, kid."
I know I've beaten this drum before but, maybe this is just because I never met an emigre from France who was here just to paint somebody's house during Summer break after their last (?) semester at a Southern California junior college, most of the French people I've met who live in the US live here because they like it here... Not to say that they didn't like France or didn't return there from time to time.
Oh well, Dawn isn't so much a sad sack as an empty paper sandwich bag enthusiastically wide open to being filled up with disappointment.
Well, Hugo me boy, you won’t be getting that lavish oeufs au lard breakfast when you get back to Paris- you’ll be stuck with nibbling on a shatteringly flaky and buttery croissant with a dainty little cup of French toast coffee. Then you’ll be sorry!
Flash forward (please!) to Dawn at Food Team, picking up some comfort food: frozen French Fries, French Toast Sticks, and escargots while thought burbling.. "Reminds me of Hugo".
Don't be shy! I'd love to hear what you have to say about Mary Worth. Just keep it clean, that's all I ask. This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY blog. I don't want to moderate comments, but I will if I have to.
Dawn has been listening to Neil Diamond a bit too much. Maybe we’d better take away her 8-track tape player.
ReplyDeleteWanders,
ReplyDeleteHas anyone already suggested for the jukebox Cole Porter's "Fifty-million Frenchmen can't be wrong?"
Panel 1: Looks like the pilot of that plane has his/her eyes on Hugo's toast and is about to crash through the window into the booth. The plane flying in the background seems to be having wing problems - uh oh. Just another wacky day at Santa Royale International Regional Airport.
ReplyDeleteI don't know if KM is making a clumsy political statement concerning the immigration crisis through Dawn ("I thought everyone wanted to move to America") or Dawn is just being a blockhead. (Probably a combination of both.)
ReplyDeleteI'm waiting for Lucky Pierre (a Batman reference for all you baby boomers) to say "Dawn, ma amie, how many times must I tell you that I cannot stay in your inferior country. Here, let me say it in my native tongue: Dawn, je ne peux pas rester dans ton pays inférieur. Au revoir.
Wanders, you need to put "America" from West Side Story in the Charterstone Jukebox. I'm waiting for Dawn to do a Rita Moreno. She just needs to change the verses about Puerto Rico to France.
But love means never having to say you’re sorry! And Americans never apologize! Don’t you get it?
ReplyDeleteI sure hope Wilbur left his radio in the shower.
ReplyDeleteDesperate Dawn's too upset to eat, but there's nothing wrong with Hugo's appetite, despite being badgered into a relationship he's clearly done with.
Start whipping up some tuna casserole, Mary.
It would be funny if Hugo starting riffing on Bogie:
"Where I'm going, you can't go. What I've gotta do, you can't be any part of. Someday you'll understand that. We'll always have Abandonada Beach. Here's looking at you, kid."
-- Scottie McW.
I know I've beaten this drum before but, maybe this is just because I never met an emigre from France who was here just to paint somebody's house during Summer break after their last (?) semester at a Southern California junior college, most of the French people I've met who live in the US live here because they like it here... Not to say that they didn't like France or didn't return there from time to time.
ReplyDeleteOh well, Dawn isn't so much a sad sack as an empty paper sandwich bag enthusiastically wide open to being filled up with disappointment.
Well, Hugo me boy, you won’t be getting that lavish oeufs au lard breakfast when you get back to Paris- you’ll be stuck with nibbling on a shatteringly flaky and buttery croissant with a dainty little cup of French toast coffee. Then you’ll be sorry!
ReplyDeleteFlash forward (please!) to Dawn at Food Team, picking up some comfort food: frozen French Fries, French Toast Sticks, and escargots while thought burbling.. "Reminds me of Hugo".
ReplyDeleteHugo, just yes her to death and once you get on that plane, forget about her! Easy-peasy!
ReplyDeleteCue "My Heart Will Go On" as Hugo boards the ocean liner to Le Havre.
ReplyDeleteDawn shouting "But I thought EVERYONE wanted to move to AMERICA!" is definitely up for panel of the year, right?
ReplyDeleteWanders, your secret message so ironically perfect.
ReplyDeletek. d. Lang's "Summer Fling" should be added to the jukebox.
ReplyDeletePoor Dawn is as clueless as ever.