Holly:
[Holly is chasing her hat down the street, not watching where she's going, she ends up literally running into her teacher Miss Carbunkle]
Oh! I'm sorry, I..uh--Miss Carbunkle!
Miss Carbunkle:
[Scolding]
Is THIS how you spend your day off, young lady? Organizing a game of Tackle the Teacher?
Holly:
No. You see, I was practicing...
Miss Carbunkle:
Why don't you save your story for tomorrow's composition? Right now, Miss Carbunkle has a sidewalk to plow.
[starts shoveling snow into a pile]
Miss Carbunkle:
Before you know it this darn snow turns into slush, and where there's slush there's ice, and where there's ice, there's broken hips, and where there's broken hips, there's substitute teachers!
Holly:
Miss Carbunkle, if you should see my hat...
Miss Carbunkle:
Not that I don't like the snow, just prefer it in its proper place, like on mountaintops, and poetry, and songs by Bing Crosby!
Holly:
Good bye, Miss Carbunkle!
[walks away]
Miss Carbunkle:
It's no winter wonderland when you're skidding into a telephone pole!
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