Eric: Fire! Fire!
[As Donna runs onto the driveway in her Princess Leia costume, Eric runs out in his underwear with a stormtrooper helmet on.]
Red: What the hell is on your head?
Eric: I'm still wearing the helmet, aren't I?
Bob: What did you do to my daughter?
Eric: Nothing. I was a perfect gentleman. I just squeezed her buns.
Kitty: I suggested a photograph, not a go-go dance from outer space.