Iclobbered him, okay, just because of the way he looked at me. I admit it. He didn't do anything. Guilty as charged. It's me. I hauled off and clobbered him for no reason except I didn't like the way he looked at me. There. Do I get thrown out of school now?

Honey. He's in the hospital . . .

I had no idea--

He's still unconscious.

Did I hit him that hard?

You're an athlete. You bench press 250 pounds. You slapped him across the head with a book.

I grabbed it off his desk. I didn't even know what I was doing. It was just a book, for God's sake.

Honey. It was The Riverside Shakespeare.

Still unconscious? Really? Jeeze.