Numerata: You couldn’t even solve a simple puzzle on your own?
Numerata: You idiotic thing. Must I guide you by the hand myself to ensure your goal is accomplished?
Numerata: That girl could have done any manner of ill deed to embarrass you. To embarrass *me*.
Numerata: It matters not that things worked out this one time. Eventually everyone will betray you.
Numerata: How many times must I repeat that before it gets through your exceedingly thick skull?