Eliza Jane: (after Bart knocks her chair over) Pick up my chair!
Bart: Pick it up yourself.
Eliza Jane: Pick it up now, or--
Bart: Or what? What are you gonna do, expel me? I don't think so.
Eliza Jane: (long pause, she is stunned) Class, today we're going to work on decimals for the more advanced students.......(goes to write on the blackboard, starts to cry) I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well today. Class dismissed.