- The Father: [emerging from the door to the Juvenile Traffic Court] Kendall, I hope you're satisfied.
- The Boy: Gee, Dad, don't yell at me here.
- The Father: [angrily] Why shouldn't I yell at you? You lost your driver's license, didn't you?
- The Boy: Well, gee, Dad, it wasn't *all* my fault.
- The Father: [almost shouting] What do you mean by that?
- The Boy: Well, Mom said I should have gone to driving school instead of having you teach me.
- [they leave]
- Theodore Cleaver: Boy, Wally, I hope nobody yells at *us* like that. I feel creepy enough wearin' my new suit.