Mrs. Winthrop's office. Bart enters with a leashed Santa's Little Helper
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Bart: |
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Mrs. Winthrop, may I have a minute of your time?
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Mrs. Winthrop motions for Bart to have a seat
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Bart: |
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Look, I was thinking, since you are paid whether Santa's Little Helper fails or passes, why not just pass my dog anyway?
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Emily Winthrop: |
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Oh I get it. Lick a stamp on it, thank you very much, next please!
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Bart: |
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Yup!
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Winthrop: |
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{sighing} Heavens to Murgatroyd! Bart, perhaps I cling to the old ways like a well-chewed shoe while the traditions I was weaned on are either neutered or put to sleep one by one.
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Bart stares at her blankly as if she implies resignation
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Winthrop: |
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{stern tone:} But my time has not yet passed! The world does not need another college graduate who does not know how to sit!
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Santa's Little Helper fails to respond to the command
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Winthrop: |
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Pull the chain.
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Bart: |
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What?
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Winthrop: |
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Correct the dog.
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Bart: |
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I do not want to strangle my dog.
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Winthrop: |
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PULL THE BLOODY CHAIN, BOY!
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An intimidated Bart pulls Santa's Little Helper's leash, who yelps then collapses on the floor
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Bart: |
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I am sorry, boy. It is not your fault you are so dumb.
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