Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for June 10, 1990
Transcript:
Mark: Ah, the smells of home! Phil: Yeah? Mark: It's me. Mark. Your son. Dad, I've been meaning to ask you - what was all that nonsense in your wedding toast about not having any money? Phil: I don't! At least, I won't! I'm giving it all away! I'm not leaving a penny to you or Gail or anyone else! Why should I? Mark: Why am I not surprised to hear this? Gail: So you see, Mark, our marriage never had anything to do with money. It's your father's other fine qualities that I fell in love with. Mark: Um...not to get too personal, Gail, but which fine qualities are we talking about here? Gail: Where to start? ...His sense of fun, his whimsy...his passion and commitment to his work...his attentiveness to me, never demanding, always supportive, giving, tender, and ...well, sexy. Phil: Huhh? Huhh? Suck on that, fur ball! Gail: Phil... Mark: There's that sense of fun.