Donna: Sorry my present didn't work out.
Eric: Well... I mean, we are alone now. And I think I know exactly what might get you back in the mood. A little romantic music. [dramatic instrumental music plays] Where were we? Oh, yes, you were a prisoner aboard the Death Star. And I am the only stormtrooper with the keys to your laser chastity belt.
Donna: [chuckles] That's in the movie?
Eric: Donna, it's implicit.
Donna: God, I'm gonna miss you, Eric.
Eric: I'm sorry. What was that?
Donna: [sighs] Use the force, Eric.