It's also been said, "When you fail to attribute, you make the quote your own." It was Helen Keller. Helen Keller said it. I mean what Mary said. I just made up the quote about attribution... at least I think so. I better verify that.
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KitKat
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Wanders, you are in top-notch form today!
“Mary, I served with Helen Keller. I knew Helen Keller. Helen Keller was a friend of mine. Mary, you’re no Helen Keller.”
We all are dying to know Granny's name since neither Lyle, Madi, nor Mr. Wynter can remember. It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode when no one, including Jerry, could remember his girlfrend's name. Maybe Granny's name was Delores?
Hey, it's only Saturday! Mary is throwing me off by belting out a quotation a day before I expect it. One thing this comic strip has taught me is how to sense dialogue that was already uttered by someone else. Apparently M. Wanders has that skill down beautifully. And KitKat! Way to warm us up for the VP debates this fall!
I love your quote, Wanders! I plan to use it and not attribute it, therefore fulfilling its quotational destiny. Also, I don't think that flower smells good, if at all. I assume it's a lily. Of course, Mary could've developed her own strain of blueberry muffin-scented lily.
Steve and Garnet, I LOLed at the Seinfeld reference.
I can't remember who posted the "love Stories of Mary Worth," but thanks! I read one of them cover to cover. The story was pure soap opera, but it was nice to read dialogue that, while dated, at least made it sound like the writer had heard humans speak before.
Like everyone else, I am amazed at Madi's instant transformation from a sullen, angry teen to the weeping child who is opening up to Mary. I assume the idea is that Mary's wise and gentle touch warmed her up. I think it's more likely that lunch with Mary and Myster Wynter is what finally broke her. She realized that this was her life now--deserted by her father and the death of what's-her-name, surrounded by old people, eating splack sandwiches and listening to an insufferable woman pat herself on the back and blather on about loss. Madi has realized that resistance is futile.
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Wanders, you are in top-notch form today!
“Mary, I served with Helen Keller. I knew Helen Keller. Helen Keller was a friend of mine. Mary, you’re no Helen Keller.”
(I just couldn’t resist, tee hee.)
We all are dying to know Granny's name since neither Lyle, Madi, nor Mr. Wynter can remember.
It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode when no one, including Jerry, could remember his girlfrend's name. Maybe Granny's name was Delores?
I think her name was Mulva. Or maybe Bovary?
Granny's name is Dolores, from the Latin dolor, meaning "pain" or "grief". Because Mary is really being a pain about Madi's platitude-resistant grief.
Hey, it's only Saturday! Mary is throwing me off by belting out a quotation a day before I expect it. One thing this comic strip has taught me is how to sense dialogue that was already uttered by someone else. Apparently M. Wanders has that skill down beautifully. And KitKat! Way to warm us up for the VP debates this fall!
I love your quote, Wanders! I plan to use it and not attribute it, therefore fulfilling its quotational destiny. Also, I don't think that flower smells good, if at all. I assume it's a lily. Of course, Mary could've developed her own strain of blueberry muffin-scented lily.
“Cut the crap, Madi” — Martin Luther King Jr.
Is KM trying to tell us that grey flowers' lives matter?
Steve and Garnet, I LOLed at the Seinfeld reference.
I can't remember who posted the "love Stories of Mary Worth," but thanks! I read one of them cover to cover. The story was pure soap opera, but it was nice to read dialogue that, while dated, at least made it sound like the writer had heard humans speak before.
Like everyone else, I am amazed at Madi's instant transformation from a sullen, angry teen to the weeping child who is opening up to Mary. I assume the idea is that Mary's wise and gentle touch warmed her up. I think it's more likely that lunch with Mary and Myster Wynter is what finally broke her. She realized that this was her life now--deserted by her father and the death of what's-her-name, surrounded by old people, eating splack sandwiches and listening to an insufferable woman pat herself on the back and blather on about loss. Madi has realized that resistance is futile.
Now I really feel sorry for that poor child.
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