Gasoline Alley. "Joel, I wants to be a radio star!"

Gasoline Alley. "Hello, Lil!"

Gasoline Alley. "So many people!"

Dick Tracy. "How could you subject yourself to such an experiment?"

Dick Tracy. "I'm beat - jet lag added to dealing with the media, and then that departmental physical"

Dick Tracy. "You mean, the thief posing as Sam wasn't wearing make-up?"

Dick Tracy. "You think this 'kid' is a midget- why?"

Doonesbury. "Dad, have you told anyone the truth about my AIDS?"

Doonesbury. "So tell me about your new man. Are you guys getting married?"

Doonesbury. "Boy, doesn't this place look spiffy, Ed?"

Doonesbury. "Mr. Slackmeyer, Wall Street is calling on line two"

Doonesbury. "What's this? A coffee table book on our kitchen table?"

Doonesbury. "Hi, mom, it's me, Dean"

Doonesbury. "Zonk! How's it going, stranger? Long time!"

Guindon. "Excuse me. I thought that this was my strip"

Guindon. "I can work my socks down under my heels with my shoes on"

Guindon. "Like democracy, swearing may be imperfect but so far no one has come up with anything better"

Guindon. "Myron Lamb's year in review"

Guindon. "So… sis, what else is new?"

Guindon. "Soon, I'll be finished"

Guindon. "Imogene? It's Hal"

The Small Society. "Hoo-boy! Somebody better get something straight around here"

The Small Society. "I thought only the Congress could declare war, Mensch"

The Small Society. "The only thing they left to the imagination was the plot"

The Small Society. "We vowed that we would grow old together"

The Small Society. "If these are supposed to be our golden years..."

The Small Society. "I don't know much about getting old, Mensch"

The Small Society. "I'm a Mother"

The Small Society. "I always wanted to spend money lavishly"

The Small Society. "My mother told me all about love"

The Small Society. "My trouble isn't burning the candle at both ends"

The Small Society. "Am I a working mother??"

The Small Society. "I've got a big problem, Milty"

The Small Society. "Do you feel that we're growing apart, Mensch?"

The Small Society. "Hoo-boy! These days we hear a lot about hardware and software..."

Cash register tanks destroying city

ODD commander, there doesn't seem to be any Cubans or Russians involved in the earthlings troubles despite our intercepts of Reagan's broadcasts!

The White House directory

Runaway!

Guindon. "I'll have $7 worth of food, fried"

Moon Mullins. Head Lines…

Moon Mullins. "Shoe enough…You're moving' to th' DOG POUND, Scratch!!"

Moon Mullins. Beach Bummer…

Brenda Starr Reporter. "I don't think think a little champagne will interfere with our search for Basil and Starr"

Brenda Starr Reporter. "Yes, who is it?"

Dick Tracy. "You made it hot for me, Tracy"

Guindon. "Up! Or I'll set the dogs on you!"

The Small Society. "Hoo-boy! Old age is when you finally know most of the answers…"

The Small Society. "HOO-BOY! It's nineteen eighty-three"