Bart—I'm not that kind. It's all a horrible mistake. She misunderstood my—my attentions. I was just nice and friendly to her, and she, well she—
King—That's right, put the blame on her.
Bart—(Hotly.) Well, I'm not going to blame myself. If women see fit to fall in love with me, it's not my fault.
King—You conceited pup!
Bart—I don't care. I've suffered enough these last three days, and I've just about gone to pieces. It's not my fault, I don't care what you say, it's not my fault.
King—Every cad says it's not his fault.
Miss Brown—(To Boy.) What in the name of common sense are they gassin' about?
Boy—Aw, they're holdin' hands, I guess.
Bart—(To King.) I asked you here for advice, not abuse.
King—(Shortly.) You have my advice, marry her.