Prudie Drummond:
I'm in love with one of my students. I mean, nothing's happened, much. It could if I let it... I fantasize about him constantly.
Bernadette:
Sweetie, your mother died. This is grief.
Prudie Drummond:
He looks at me like he's the spoon, and I'm this dish of ice cream.
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