Eric: Donna, what's the matter?
Donna: You picked a deer-foot fork just to get out of shopping with me.
Eric: Oh, too obvious, huh? Yeah, no one wants hairy silverware.
Donna: I just don't understand how you could have more fun with Jackie than with me.
Eric: I don't know. I mean, you know, she doesn't ask me questions. She just tells me what to do. It's a strange kind of freedom, but I know why the caged bird sings, Donna.
Donna: So you're saying the way to handle you is just take away your free will and order you around?
Eric: Donna, that's the way I was raised.