|Monday, April 23, 2007|
|Panel 1: Marie and Casey are standing in the Davies quadrangle, holding plates with hamburgers on them.|
Marie: Nice weather for the barbecue.
Casey: Yes, it--
Frankie, glaring, pushes her way between them, shoving them both aside.
Marie: There is no reason for her to be mad at us this time. The things she said--
Casey: Actually, I've been meaning to ask you about that.
Casey: Last week...she called you "lovesick." Do you have any idea...?
Marie: None. It surprised me too.
Marie [thinks]: Aaand the Oscar goes to...
Casey: That's a relief. I was afraid there was something you weren't telling me.
Alt-Text: Shameless lying or eternal embarrassment: always a difficult choice.