Bad Moms2016

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.

Vicky:
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?

Stacy:
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 f***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:
[chuckles] Gwendolyn.

Stacy:
Oh, my God. You are so f***ed.