Hyde: Man, that is one drunk, slutty cheerleader.
Donna: There go her pom poms.
Eric: All right. All right, that is quite enough! Everywhere I look now it's sex, sex, sex. Well, it's disgusting and I, for one, will not have it in my basement!
Donna: Eric, what's wrong with you?
Eric: Oh, well, excuse me, Donna, for having a little moral fiber.