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 {{L|Mrs. Puff|Hold it, you can't arrest him! He's just a student driver!}}
 {{L|Officer Nancy|We're not talking about him. ''[scene cuts to Mrs. Puff wearing a prison uniform, being locked up in jail]''}}
-{{L|Mrs. Puff|But I don't belong here! It's all a big mistake! ''[this triggers some other woman prisoners to complain about their not belonging here too. Puff walks over and sits down on the bed]'' Ok, you can do this, Puff. You can get through this without losing your sanity. Oh, that's a road we don't want to go down again. Positives. Think of the positives. Let's see...I've got no more papers to grade. Yeah! ''[laughs then jumps to the floor]'' In fact, no more work. No more boating school classes. No more driving, no more SpongeBob... ''[Mrs. Puff's brain clicks]''...no more phone solicitors, no more SpongeBob, no more company potlucks, no more SpongeBob... ''[gets into bed]'' ...no more road rage, no more SpongeBob, no more insurance payments, no more SpongeBob, no more SpongeBob, ''[laughing]'' no more SpongeBob, ''[screaming maniacally]'' no more SpongeBob! ''[sighs]'' I think I'm gonna like this place. ''[scene cuts to her boating school, which is deserted and dusty, with SpongeBob the only one in the room]''}}
+{{L|Mrs. Puff|But I don't belong here! It's all a big mistake! ''[this triggers some other woman prisoners to complain about their not belonging here too. Puff walks over and sits down on the bed]'' Ok, you can do this, Puff. You can get through this without losing your sanity. Oh, that's a road we don't want to go down again. Positives. Think of the positives. Let's see...I've got no more papers to grade. Yeah! ''[laughs then jumps to the floor]'' In fact, no more work. No more boating school classes. No more driving, no more SpongeBob... ''[Mrs. Puff's brain clicks and a sonar ping is heard]''...no more phone solicitors, no more SpongeBob, no more company potlucks, no more SpongeBob... ''[gets into bed]'' ...no more road rage, no more SpongeBob, no more insurance payments, no more SpongeBob, no more SpongeBob, ''[laughing]'' no more SpongeBob, ''[screaming maniacally]'' no more SpongeBob! ''[sighs]'' I think I'm gonna like this place. ''[scene cuts to her boating school, which is deserted and dusty, with SpongeBob the only one in the room]''}}
 {{L|SpongeBob|Class just isn't the same without Mrs. Puff. Just the thought of her alone and afraid in jail makes me think about her being alone and afraid in jail. I don't know how she's going to survive. ''[scene cuts to Mrs. Puff breaking rocks, making license plates, and lifting weights, with a happy expression]''}}
 {{L|Mrs. Puff|Smelling the pretty roses.... haaaaaapiness is just two kinds of ice creeeeam! ''[cuts back to SpongeBob]''}} {{L|SpongeBob|Oh, that poor woman. And it's all my fault. Maybe if I go talk to Patrick, he can ease my guilt. ''[scene cuts to the outside of Patrick's rock]''}}