XMr. Feuerborn: And what do we say to this guest?
Kris: I'm sorry.
West: So it was nothing but a spoilt girl's fit of temper all along. I can't say I'm surprised. You aristocratic brats always do get away with murder. But You could at least pretend to mean the apology.
Kris: But Mr. Purdue, I am sorry. Sorry for so many things. Sorry the police caught my fountain before it got to Porttown... sorry my plan with the explosives didn't work... sorry Father stopped me before I'd finished telling you what I thought of your stupid business plan....
West: Why, you little minx --
Kris: Sorry I didn't get to make you look the fool you are in front of more people -- but then, I'm doing that now, aren't I?
West: You'll regret this.
Kris: Oh! Sorry the pink fountain didn't get you! Because, honestly, you're just asking for it with all that white.
Mr. Feuerborn: Your daughter --
Kitty: I wanted a boy. 'Oh, no,' you said, 'no boys. Boys are far too much trouble --