I must say, I have nothing
left to teach you. You've
reached your limit in style!

But don't feel bad. Your stylish
index has gone up considerably
since when we first met!

Stylish index? What's that?

Maybe it's like a score of
how stylish you are?

You've got good
instincts, young man.
That is quite right.

So, our score went up?
By how much?

Let me think...
About two points?

Two points?!
What's this
score out of?

Don't bother, Patty.

W-wait! You
can't quit now!

I must say, with another two years
of hard work, even you could break
free of your un-stylish shackles!

The path of style is a path of
carnage! There's no turning
back once you've ventured forth!

I must say, I believe in you!
You'll come back one day!
I'll be waiting!