Miss Brown—(To Boy.) My Gawd, ain't they never goin'?
Boy—Talk about yer cheap skates!
Bart—(To King.) I've been kind of lonely down here in the city, and she was a regular oasis in the desert. I took her to a good many first nights, and the opera pretty nearly every week, and she—
King—(Gently ironical.) Gazette passes, I presume?
Bart—You don't think I could pay for them out of my salary, do you? I've not had a cent from father since I left home.... She always gets herself up well, and wears good-looking clothes, and I felt proud to take her around. Besides, she's older than I am, and I thought I was safe.
King—I had no idea you were so irresistible.
Miss Brown—(To Boy.) It's time to give them the acid test. (She turns a sign advertising Coca Cola, with its face to the wall. On the back is printed in large letters, "This ain't no free rest room. Buy something, or get out." King turns around, glances at the sign casually, then gives his attention to Bart.)
Boy—Hully gee! The big boob can't read!
Miss Brown—What's a poor girl to do now?
Bart—(To King.) Why, I never even kissed her, although once or twice, I think she wanted me to.