The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis1959

Mr. Leander Pomfritt:
[Exasperated, closing classroom windows to quiet the folksinging drifting in from outside] You'll forgive the interruption, my young scholars, and I use the term with my usual devil-may-care abandon, but despite appearances to the contrary, this is still a class in political science, not a jam session featuring the Kingston Trio.

Maynard G. Krebs:
[Suddenly roused from his slumber and jumping from his seat] Like where? Like where? Like where, where, where?

Mr. Leander Pomfritt:
Mr. Krebs...

Maynard G. Krebs:
Ooh, ooh, my people have landed! Some cat said so; I heard him!

Mr. Leander Pomfritt:
I'm the cat who mentioned them, Mr. Krebs.

Maynard G. Krebs:
Oh, like thank you, your cap and gownship, sir. I mean, sir, you're like a real human being.

Mr. Leander Pomfritt:
Mr. Krebs...

Maynard G. Krebs:
And that ain't easy, considering you're a teacher.