Donna: Did you ever stop to think that maybe my dad's barbecue is really important to him?
Eric: Uh, no. Because it's just a stupid barbecue.
Donna: It's not stupid. I'm so sick of your dad. He's such a jerk.
Eric: Whoa. My dad's a jerk? Well, Donna, your dad's a jerk, and he's just copying my dad. And your dad didn't even fight in the war. You're just a National Guard kid. Yeah, I said it. What? What?
Donna: Oh, yeah? Well, you and Red are going down. And you know what else? I was wrong, Eric. Red's not a jerk. He's an ass, and you're an ass. 'Cause the ass doesn't fall far from the ass tree. "What did I say, what?"