Blanche: Dean Tucker, what happened to me was really quite simple. I'm not doing very well in Professor Cooper's class, so he offered to give me an A i- if I would...
Dean Tucker: Do number five?
Blanche: Actually, number five, six, and seven-B.
Dean Tucker: Why, that's terrible! Were there any witnesses?
Blanche: No.
Dean Tucker: Oh. Oh. Well, that complicates things.
Blanche: Why, don't you believe me?
Dean Tucker: It's not a question of whether or not I believe you. It's just without substantial evidence, it's just your word against his, and a man's career is at stake!
Blanche: Well, so is mine, not to mention my dignity.
Dean Tucker: I'm sorry. Look, I really am. I'd like to help you. But unfortunately, there's nothing I can do.
Blanche: But that's not fair!
Dean Tucker: Miss Deveraux, life is not fair. I should know. I'm 43 years old, and until today, I never even heard of 7B.
Blanche: Well, I've known about it for some time, and as far as I'm concerned, you can go do it to yourself.