2011-08-13
Original: 2011-08-13 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1: A young woman in a yellow tank top and shorts stands and angrily points at two old men seated in front of her.
Woman: STOP STARING AT ME, CREEP!
Panel 2: Close-up of one of the old men (bald with white hair around the sides and glasses), smiling gently.
Old man (bald, glasses): I'M NOT LOOKING AT YOU OUT OF ATTRACTION.
Panel 3: The same old man continues, the woman's back visible at the edge of the frame.
Old man: THE SMILE I'M WEARING ISN'T FOR YOU. IT'S FOR THE THOUGHT THAT EVEN AS TIME STRETCHES ON, THERE WILL ALWAYS BE PRETTY GIRLS IN THE SUMMERTIME.
Panel 4: The two men shown in silhouette, the old man still speaking.
Old man: IT'S NO MORE SEXUAL THAN MY DELIGHT IN THE REDDENING OF AUTUMN LEAVES. IT'S JUST AS SUBLIME, ONLY... WARMER.
Panel 5 (left): The woman, now charmed, leans in and kisses the old man on the cheek. No dialogue.
Panel 6 (right): Wider shot showing both old men seated on a bench/couch, the smiling woman walking away in the foreground. No dialogue.
Panel 7: Close-up of the two old men seated together. The bald glasses-wearing man smiles contentedly; the other man (with white hair and round glasses, in a maroon shirt) looks unimpressed. No dialogue.
Panel 8: The two men seen from behind, sitting on a bench facing a wooded park; they appear to be watching a tennis match.
Bald old man: HER LEFT BOOB TOUCHED MY SHOULDER.
Maroon-shirt old man: DAMMIT. WHAT'S THE SCORE?
Bald old man: 10-6. GAME POINT, MOTHER FUCKER.
Votey:
Panel: A bearded man grins while writing/drawing at a desk; a person with glasses leans in beside him.
Person with glasses: YOU CAN'T WAIT TO BE OLD, CAN YOU?
Bearded man: I'M GONNA SHOULDER SO MANY BOOBS.
Woman: STOP STARING AT ME, CREEP!
Panel 2: Close-up of one of the old men (bald with white hair around the sides and glasses), smiling gently.
Old man (bald, glasses): I'M NOT LOOKING AT YOU OUT OF ATTRACTION.
Panel 3: The same old man continues, the woman's back visible at the edge of the frame.
Old man: THE SMILE I'M WEARING ISN'T FOR YOU. IT'S FOR THE THOUGHT THAT EVEN AS TIME STRETCHES ON, THERE WILL ALWAYS BE PRETTY GIRLS IN THE SUMMERTIME.
Panel 4: The two men shown in silhouette, the old man still speaking.
Old man: IT'S NO MORE SEXUAL THAN MY DELIGHT IN THE REDDENING OF AUTUMN LEAVES. IT'S JUST AS SUBLIME, ONLY... WARMER.
Panel 5 (left): The woman, now charmed, leans in and kisses the old man on the cheek. No dialogue.
Panel 6 (right): Wider shot showing both old men seated on a bench/couch, the smiling woman walking away in the foreground. No dialogue.
Panel 7: Close-up of the two old men seated together. The bald glasses-wearing man smiles contentedly; the other man (with white hair and round glasses, in a maroon shirt) looks unimpressed. No dialogue.
Panel 8: The two men seen from behind, sitting on a bench facing a wooded park; they appear to be watching a tennis match.
Bald old man: HER LEFT BOOB TOUCHED MY SHOULDER.
Maroon-shirt old man: DAMMIT. WHAT'S THE SCORE?
Bald old man: 10-6. GAME POINT, MOTHER FUCKER.
Votey:
Panel: A bearded man grins while writing/drawing at a desk; a person with glasses leans in beside him.
Person with glasses: YOU CAN'T WAIT TO BE OLD, CAN YOU?
Bearded man: I'M GONNA SHOULDER SO MANY BOOBS.
Alt text
An eight-panel comic. A young woman in a yellow tank top yells at two seated old men, "Stop staring at me, creep!" One old man (bald, glasses) calmly replies that he isn't looking at her out of attraction — his smile is for the thought that even as time goes on, there will always be pretty girls in the summertime. He says it's no more sexual than his delight in autumn leaves reddening: just as sublime, only warmer. Charmed, the woman leans in and kisses his cheek, then walks off smiling. The bald man looks blissful; his companion in a maroon shirt looks annoyed. In the final panel the two men sit on a park bench watching tennis from behind. The bald man says, "Her left boob touched my shoulder." The other says, "Dammit. What's the score?" Reply: "10-6. Game point, mother fucker" — revealing the poetic speech was a scoring move in a contest of getting touched by women. Votey: A bearded man grins while drawing at a desk as a bespectacled person leans in and asks, "You can't wait to be old, can you?" He answers, "I'm gonna shoulder so many boobs."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.