Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for July 01, 2001
Jeremy Cavendish: I need company. That's more like it! Good Evening, Mrs. D! Lacey: Heavens! Where am I? Jeremy Cavendish: At a swank restaurant! My treat! Of course, you're not really here - I'm just imagining you. Lacey: Again? Jeremy Cavendish, why can't you let me rest in peace? Jeremy Cavendish: I guess it's becuase I miss you too much. Lacey: Well, that may be, but you have to stop this! Jeremy Cavendish: But why? What's the harm in it? We're the oldest of chums, we have scads in common, we... Lacey: Why, hello, Dick! Jeremy Cavendish: Dick! What are you doing here? Lacey: I imagined him. Dick: Guess who's got two tickets to the Met! Jeremy Cavendish: But... but I didn't imagine you imagining him! Lacey: I imagine not. Dick: Shall we go?