Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for October 08, 2015
Frank Sinatra: Whadda ya mean, ya gotta shuffle? Deal, sister! Dealer: I'm sorry, Dr. Sinatra, those are the house rules. Frank Sinatra: Read my lips, honey! I said deal the cards! Dealer: I could lose my job, Dr. Sinatra... Frank Sinatra: You're damn right you could lose your job! Get me your (expletive) boss! Dealer: But... Frank Sinatra: Get me your (obscene gerund) boss, you little (anatomically explicit epithet)! Dealer: Obscene gerund?