And the comics continue to slowly expand in size.
Originally I had Carole saying “Unbefuckinglievable” on the reasoning that, as sweet and inhibited as she might be in her personal life, in professional mode, she wouldn’t back down from saying the actual words. She is a linguist and she knows that swears are equally good and equally worthy of legitimate research as any other word. But at the last moment I decided I wanted it to be a family strip. You know, one of the many family strips that’s about sexual frustration. Besides, Lance had to echo the word for the joke to work, and for some reason, while I can see Lance saying “friggin’” quite naturally, I don’t see him saying “fucking.” Hm, did I ruin the whole “family strip” thing by including this commentary?
ESKIMO: Every time I try to swoop in and rescue Caryn, she’s already saved herself!
LANCE: Chicks, man.
ESKIMO: Oh, whatever. You’ve got a girlfriend. You can’t fathom my level of frustration.
Carole makes out with topless Lance.
CAROLE: Lance… (putting on her glasses) I think I just figured out how to explain expletive infixation in Higgins’s new system of syllabification!
Lance plays puppets with Robbie while Caryn sunbathes
Carole pushes away Lance who is trying to kiss her neck.
CAROLE: Not now, sweetie. Wait. Lance?
Lance looks up hopefully.
CAROLE: Would you say “unfriggin’believable” or “unbefriggin’lievable”?
CAROLE: Thanks. Go away now.
Caryn lies on her stomach with her bikini top undone, offering Lance suntan lotion.
Wrapped around Lance, Carole looks at her watch over his shoulder.
CAROLE: Damn, damn, damn! I must run.
She rushes away, leaving him alone and dazed.
CARYN: Lance, hey. Quick question. Would you like to have sex sometime?
Back in the basement with Eskimo
LANCE: I’ve got some idea.