2013-04-20
Original: 2013-04-20 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Woman with red hair and round glasses: I think you're the best, baby.
Panel 2:
Woman with dark hair (in a yellow top): I think YOU'RE the best.
Panel 3:
Red-haired woman: Well, we can't BOTH be the best.
Panel 4:
Red-haired woman (eyes going wide): In which case, one of us must be wrong. But if that person is wrong, she CAN'T be the best!
Panel 5:
Red-haired woman: So, if I'm right and you're the best, then you're wrong about me being the best, in which case you're not the best, in which case I'm wrong and... AAH! AAAAH! AAA AH!
(The dark-haired woman stares, a single sweat drop visible.)
Panel 6:
Dark-haired woman (on a blue phone): Hello, 911? My wife is being so literal that she's caught in a logical paradox.
(The red-haired woman flails behind her.)
Panel 7:
Dark-haired woman: He says to relax all your muscles and breathe.
Red-haired woman: THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!
Votey:
Dark-haired woman (looking distressed): Your cartoonishly neurotic behavior frightens me. Goodbye forever.
Woman with red hair and round glasses: I think you're the best, baby.
Panel 2:
Woman with dark hair (in a yellow top): I think YOU'RE the best.
Panel 3:
Red-haired woman: Well, we can't BOTH be the best.
Panel 4:
Red-haired woman (eyes going wide): In which case, one of us must be wrong. But if that person is wrong, she CAN'T be the best!
Panel 5:
Red-haired woman: So, if I'm right and you're the best, then you're wrong about me being the best, in which case you're not the best, in which case I'm wrong and... AAH! AAAAH! AAA AH!
(The dark-haired woman stares, a single sweat drop visible.)
Panel 6:
Dark-haired woman (on a blue phone): Hello, 911? My wife is being so literal that she's caught in a logical paradox.
(The red-haired woman flails behind her.)
Panel 7:
Dark-haired woman: He says to relax all your muscles and breathe.
Red-haired woman: THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!
Votey:
Dark-haired woman (looking distressed): Your cartoonishly neurotic behavior frightens me. Goodbye forever.
Alt text
A seven-panel SMBC comic. A red-haired woman in round glasses and her dark-haired wife exchange compliments: "I think you're the best, baby." "I think YOU'RE the best." The red-haired woman objects, "Well, we can't BOTH be the best," then spirals into an over-literal logical analysis: one of them must be wrong, but a wrong person can't be the best, and if she's right that her wife is the best, then her wife is wrong about her, so her wife isn't the best, so she herself is wrong, and on and on, her eyes going wide until she's screaming "AAH! AAAAH!" The dark-haired wife calmly calls 911 on a blue phone: "My wife is being so literal that she's caught in a logical paradox." She relays the dispatcher's advice: "He says to relax all your muscles and breathe," and the panicking red-haired woman shrieks, "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE!" Votey panel: the dark-haired woman, looking unsettled, says, "Your cartoonishly neurotic behavior frightens me. Goodbye forever."
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.