Eleven O'Clock

First of all, notice, Stange is my stockin' trade. If the job's too tough for you to handle, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full to sales. Standard Oil Company of California, on behalf of independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West, invites you to let George do it.

11 o'clock, another adventure of George Valentine. Who is Mr. Valentine? Estella, who's Mr. Valentine? A book of a month, I'm glue yourself. I said, who's Mr. Valentine?

How should I know he's a man? Just like that, she says it. Oh, don't talk like a girl's college, Maggie. This is your alma mater, dear, not mine. I don't know how you stand it.

Oh, I don't mean it hasn't been nice for summer session, but... ...for an aging schoolteacher like me. I know, I know. Give you a handy football team every time. You like all the rest of the man happy around this place?

I just wonder why he was coming here, that's all. I don't know. When do my uncles, I guess? Be here this morning. I mean, Valentine's. Somebody named Miss Brooks. I don't know. Just coming. I thought you had a class this morning.

Educational psych 110. I don't know how you stand all that garbage. Leave your mind alone, I say. Your mind's for wearing hats on. Not hocus pocus and psychology 110. Hey, that's Ferris though, isn't it?

Yeah, the teeth. They must go off anywhere. Estella, why don't you tell me what goes with him and that blonde draw down the home? Not interested, who cares? Women never talk about anything but... Oh, I know you can't stand it, but you know, don't you?