Prudie: I don't know you didn't just take her back to the car and have sex with her. I mean, clearly you wanted to.
Dean: I talked to her... I talked to her like 5 minutes...
Prudie: Longer, longer, Dean. And with those ridiculous plastic boobs. Is that what you go for?
Dean: Prudie, you know, I was just trying to be nice to your friend.
Prudie: Okay, Chloe Baher is not my friend, Dean. Chloe Baher came to my mother's funeral gloat."Ha-ha, your mother's dead." And you hit on her!
Dean:I do...I do...
Prudie: You are hitting on her!
Dean: I was not hitting on her.
Prudie: You know, when I was in 10th grade, I wrote an entire paper on Julius Caeser in iambic pantameter. And Chloe Baher removed it from my locker and she read it loud to the whole class. And everyone laughed at me.
Dean: Baby, high school's over.
Prudie: High school's nerver over. - The Jane Austen Book Club
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