Clarissa: “Rupert! Where are you going?”
Rupert: “Er, just out, dear, for..ah, a breath of fresh air!”
Clarissa: “You’re dead! You don’t need to breathe!”
Rupert: “Er, no, um, just a figure of speech…just need to..ah, stretch my legs…”
Clarissa: “You’re going to haunt that woman who lives across the street!”
Rupert: “Who? Me? No! I mean, no…er..”
Clarissa: “Don’t lie to me! You forget, Rupert, I can see right thru you!”
I’m glad she explained it all for them.
…and his money.
This way she gets what every married woman truly wants;
A companion to talk to…
…bound to her side eternally by love…
…and no requirements for sex.
Somebody’s been watching The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.
And they all lived creepily ever after. Much more realistic…
Is she straightening the ghost’s lapel? Weird.
Clarissa: “Rupert! Where are you going?”
Rupert: “Er, just out, dear, for..ah, a breath of fresh air!”
Clarissa: “You’re dead! You don’t need to breathe!”
Rupert: “Er, no, um, just a figure of speech…just need to..ah, stretch my legs…”
Clarissa: “You’re going to haunt that woman who lives across the street!”
Rupert: “Who? Me? No! I mean, no…er..”
Clarissa: “Don’t lie to me! You forget, Rupert, I can see right thru you!”
That’s the current artist for “Apartment 3-G” in the funny papers. He was a little less sloppy back in the Charlton days, but not much.