A big stick would have sent him off to the hospital, too. I like Mrs. Marshall. She's a real nice lady. Sort of reminds me of you. I talk to you, but I don't expect you to rescue me from the Harveys of the world, Doc.
All women do is talk.
It sounds nice, but men don't understand talk. They understand fear, pain, death, acid. Straight A's and a scholarship all down the drain for one impulsive act. Since you're not going to talk to the principal, let's talk about something else. Your mother will be here for your next visit.