Bart: Mr. Wheelwright, it is not her fault …
Joe: Let her do the talking, your turn'll come later. Go on.
Emma: This is a plan that Braze had worked out.
Bart: Braze? You girls were doing business behind my back with Braze?
Emma: We hated doing it, Bart, being so fond of you, but, well, he gave us no choice.
Bart: Fine. The next place I hit I hope nobody can stand the sight of me.
Joe: Maybe there won't be a next place, Maverick.