Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for April 28, 1991
Transcript:
Mr. Butts: (Even though I'm just a stimulant...I sure love working with depressants!) Hey, bub! Why the knitted brow? Man: I cannot say. Mr. Butts: Sure you can! I'm your bartender! In America, a man's bartender is like his priest! A trusted ear, only without the mea culpas! So unburdern, babe! Tell all! That's what I'm here for! Man: This is so> Mr. Butts: Very much so! What's up? Man: I have to assassinate somebody. Mr. Butts: Rough stuff, eh? Well, keep it outside!