Gwendolyn
Are these store-bought donut holes, Amy?
Amy
What? No. Gosh, no, I made them by hand and then I put them in the weird plastic container.
Oh, thank God. 'Cause we do not allow store-bought holes.
Gwendolyn
Seriously, Vicky?
Amy
Oh, come on, Gwendolyn. Who cares what food people bring as long as it raises money, right?
Oh, did she just... Oh. She did. Hit her with it, G.
Gwendolyn
Well, you see, I care, sweetie. I don't... I don't know what's been going on with you, I mean, with your weird outbursts and your terrible style, but it ends now. Okay? I run this school, and no one takes a class or kicks a ball or plays a ****in' clarinet without my say-so. And I can make life a living hell for you and your dirty little children. Do you understand me?
Amy
Wow, Gwendolyn, I genuinely think you should just relax a little bit, I mean, have a donut hole. They're delicious. They're from a gas station. They're... Mmm.
Gwendolyn
You have crossed the line, little girl. And I am going to destroy you. Winter is coming. [storms away]
Amy
Gwendolyn.
Oh, my God. You are so ****.
