|Friday, April 27, 2007|
|Panel 1: At the Davies end-of-year barbecue, Frankie and Casey are having it out.|
Frankie: So you've finally lost your temper with me.
Casey: I've lost my patience with you. The temper comes later.
Casey: Why can't you let me be? I've never done anything to you.
Frankie: Oh, don't you just look all sweet and innocent!
Frankie: You have it in for me. You know you do. But you pull out the puppy-dog eyes, and everybody goes, "Frankie's delusional. Casey couldn't really be going around setting fire to her stuff with his mind!"
Casey: Sounds remarkably like sense to me.
Frankie: That's not the point!
Alt-Text: Hey, she's just reached the end of the gruelling second-year-law exam period; she has the right to be illogical.