Well make sure

[first lines] Mrs. Stebbins:
[milling among students in the busy and noisy bursars office as she collects papers]
Class fees. Parking permits. Locker rentals. Library fines. Over here and please have the right change. I'm not a bank. Mrs. Stebbins:
[having just entered the office trying to hand her a slip of paper through the crowd]
Mrs. Stebbins. Mrs. Stebbins. It says "see you immediately". Mrs. Stebbins:
[looking at the paper he handed to her]
I sent this weeks ago. Harry Bailey:
[somewhat flustered in the commotion as he lies]
I know. I know. You see, I've been sick in bed for two days, but as soon as I got it, I raced right over. Mrs. Stebbins:
[turning to look for his file]
Oh, well. Bailey. Harry. Bailey. Bailey. Harry Bailey. You owe this university one hundred and fifty-six dollars in tuition fees. Harry Bailey:
I signed a note. Mrs. Stebbins:
It was due last week. Harry Bailey:
Well, I'll sign another one. Mrs. Stebbins:
Oh no, you won't. Harry Bailey:
[stumbling over his words]
No, look, look, in two weeks, I get my, my Masters, then I'll be able to get a teaching credential, I'll teach and I'll pay you back. Mrs. Stebbins:
At the end of the week, that's all. No tuition, no credits, no grades, and no more classes. Harry Bailey:
Well, look... Mrs. Stebbins:
[just realizing his earlier comment]
Are you infectious? Harry Bailey:
[stumbling over his words]
, I, I, just when I cough. Mrs. Stebbins:
Don't cough. Harry Bailey:
No, I won't, but you really have to... Mrs. Stebbins:
[brushing him off as she walks away]
Well make sure