I jus' dunno whut t' meck ovit. Bee-dubya jus' ain't bin th' same since ee 'erd th' news 'bout Mizz Rutledge, er, Missus Wellington-Jones. Ee's took to 'is bed an' 'asn't bin outta 'is room ever since. If I din't know better I'd swear th' boy is actin' lack a luvsick puppy whut's gone an' let annuther dog beat 'im t' th' bitch. T' think thet all th' time Bee-dubya wuz heapin' insults an' abuse upon Mizz Rutledge he wuz secr'tly in luv wif 'er. My, my, my.

But, ya know, it's sorta lack Bee-dubya t' act funny lack thet. Ever since they giv' 'im them 'lectroshock sessions durin' thet year he wuz locked away fer chokin' 'is poetry perfesser fer readin' one obv Mizz Emily Dickerson's pomes, well, he jus ain't bin th' same since. Sometimes I wunner 'bout thet boy.