Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for December 15, 2000

Transcript:

Miss Phelps holds a nightie angrily as she scolds Mr. Fogarty. She tells him, "To be blunt, Mr. Fogarty, your gift oversteps the bounds of propriety. It's too intimate. You don't know me well enough to give me something like this!" She sits on her couch and pats the space beside her, saying, "So sit."