The name's Jill, Dr. Corey, and I'm an administrator at the hospital. Where you work. But you've never noticed me. Not once. After all the times I've stood up for you and your daughter (hic), you've continued to ignore me. But by Grabthar's hammer, you're going to notice me tonight!
Adrian may feel calm and happy, but Jill is still looking for that strange buzzy feeling, which she hopes to find in a second Long Island Iced Tea. After all, she's got two hands. It would be a shame for one not to have a drink in it.
A father and daughter marrying their significant others in one event? It sounds awesome! I mean, just saying such an awkward sentence makes everything else in the world seem intelligent and glorious. If only Jill would approve.
I think all Jeff was trying to propose was that they see other people. Another desperate, failed attempt to escape the grasp of the puppet master.
Nothing will delight me more than a watching Mary Worth and Jeff Corey dance for the next few weeks. I am not a huge fan of the dancing shows on television, "Dancing With the Stars," "So You Think You Can Dance," and the like. Basically, I don't think TV does justice to the art form. You lose so much of the beauty and immediacy of dance through the medium of television. But a comic strip? I can't think of a better venue for watching two old people practice dancing.
My knees? Well, the right one is fine, but ever since my bumbling daughter amputated my left leg, I've got a ghost itch that is driving me crazy.
I don't know if it counts for anything, but it certainly Accounts for a lot. I imagine it started with Jill approving all of Adrian's absences when she realized the hospital was better off the less Adrian was around.
I love when people use the phrase "with all due respect" to mean "you do not deserve my respect, so I'm going to say this now." And Mary Worth would be right to say it because Adrian is a moron. It's like her only defining character trait is that she's absolutely incapable of judging a person's character. Mary needs to dump that left over pasta on Adrian's head. It might wake her up, and at the very least it will cover that horrible case of ringworm on her scalp.
I pity the man that ever went through divorce proceedings with Jill.
