2011-01-04
Original: 2011-01-04 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Mother (woman with brown hair, blue top): HONEY! I THINK BILLY'S GONNA COME OUT OF THE CLOSET TO US!
Father (man with red hair, green shirt): REALLY? HOW DO YOU KNOW?
Panel 2:
Mother: I OVERHEARD HIM PRACTICING!
Panel 3:
Father: THAT'S GREAT! THIS IS A CHANCE TO SHOW OUR COMPASSION AND TOLERANCE AND HOW WE LOVE HIM UNCONDITIONALLY.
Panel 4 (banner): SOON...
Panel 5:
(The son, a young man with brown curly hair in a yellow shirt, sits at a table between his mother and father, who lean in on either side.)
Son: MOM... DAD...
Panel 6:
Son: I'M A HOMEOPATH.
Panel 7:
(Close-up of the father's face, distressed, mouth twisted.)
Panel 8:
(The father stands on a porch step pointing away into the night; the son stands below holding a bag.)
Father: AND NEVER COME BACK!
Votey:
(Close-up of the son, looking dejected.)
Son: IT'S OKAY! THE LESS CONCENTRATED YOUR LOVE GETS, THE STRONGER IT-
Sound effect: SLAM!
Mother (woman with brown hair, blue top): HONEY! I THINK BILLY'S GONNA COME OUT OF THE CLOSET TO US!
Father (man with red hair, green shirt): REALLY? HOW DO YOU KNOW?
Panel 2:
Mother: I OVERHEARD HIM PRACTICING!
Panel 3:
Father: THAT'S GREAT! THIS IS A CHANCE TO SHOW OUR COMPASSION AND TOLERANCE AND HOW WE LOVE HIM UNCONDITIONALLY.
Panel 4 (banner): SOON...
Panel 5:
(The son, a young man with brown curly hair in a yellow shirt, sits at a table between his mother and father, who lean in on either side.)
Son: MOM... DAD...
Panel 6:
Son: I'M A HOMEOPATH.
Panel 7:
(Close-up of the father's face, distressed, mouth twisted.)
Panel 8:
(The father stands on a porch step pointing away into the night; the son stands below holding a bag.)
Father: AND NEVER COME BACK!
Votey:
(Close-up of the son, looking dejected.)
Son: IT'S OKAY! THE LESS CONCENTRATED YOUR LOVE GETS, THE STRONGER IT-
Sound effect: SLAM!
Alt text
An eight-panel comic. A mother excitedly tells the red-haired father, "Honey! I think Billy's gonna come out of the closet to us!" He asks how she knows; she says, "I overheard him practicing!" The father beams: "That's great! This is a chance to show our compassion and tolerance and how we love him unconditionally." A banner reads "Soon..." The curly-haired son sits at a table flanked by both parents and says, "Mom... Dad... I'm a homeopath." The father's face contorts in horror. In the final panel he stands on the porch pointing the son out into the night, the son holding a packed bag, shouting, "And never come back!" The reveal is not being gay but being a practitioner of homeopathy. Votey: a close-up of the dejected son saying, "It's okay! The less concentrated your love gets, the stronger it-" before a SLAM! cuts him off, a homeopathy dilution joke.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.