My compliments to your school on its impeccable reputation. CHRISTINA, COME ON

[Christina has been discovered making out with a boy in a stable] Joan Crawford:
How? How could this happen, how could you humiliate me this way? I am ashamed to be your mother! [to Mrs. Chadwick] Joan Crawford:
And you? How could you let this happen? Mrs. Chadwick:
Both students have been put on probation and will have no privileges for a month. Joan Crawford:
Probation. This is appalling. I have devoted myself to making Christina a proper young lady. That boy should be EXPELLED. Mrs. Chadwick:
Now, Miss Crawford. When this sort of thing has happened before, we've... Joan Crawford:
BEFORE? Is this an institution of learning or a teenage brothel? Mrs. Chadwick:
Chadwick has an impeccable reputation. And when students break the rules we curtail their freedom. Joan Crawford:
Well, we are leaving here, right now. Obviously she cannot be controlled in this environment. Mrs. Chadwick:
Nothing really happened between your daughter and the young man, it was innocent. Joan Crawford:
No thanks to you. Mrs. Chadwick:
I think you're overreacting, Miss Crawford. Joan Crawford:
And I think you're underreacting, Mrs. Chadwick. Joan Crawford:
[Grabs Christina and drags her to the door]
My compliments to your school on its impeccable reputation. CHRISTINA, COME ON