text:  I was rude and wrong, and I'd like to make it up to you. I'll work every Saturday from now on. I'll bake as many cookies as you want for the church bazaars, and I won't take a single one for myself. Well, isn't that nice? You think after the way you acted you can make all things better by waltzing in here and saying I'm sorry? Well, let me tell you something, Lizarardo Quintus Lacerda. Oh, Linda, hush up, huh?