MAYNARD: Now see here, Charlie, as my future son-in-law, I want you to feel perfectly at home here, but there's such a thing as carrying things too far.
CHARLIE: Why, Mr. Maynard, what do you mean?
MAYNARD: I saw you smash my hat just now, Charlie.
CHARLIE: I didn't smash your hat.
MAYNARD: You didn't smash my hat?
CHARLIE: No; I didn't smash your hat.
MAYNARD: Well, somebody did. However, as I was about to remark, you have but to name the day and I'll give my daughter a wedding that will—(FELIX smashes CHARLIE'S hat with stick. CHARLIE thinks MAYNARD did it.)
CHARLIE: Now, see here, Mr. Maynard, I may have straw-colored hair and wear a number fourteen collar, but I object—I very seriously object to having anybody crush my hat.
MAYNARD: I didn't crush your hat.
CHARLIE: I saw you.