Eric: [inner monologue] Holy crap! She is so sexy. Be strong. Fight back. Use the look.
Donna: [inner monologue] Oh, no. Not the look. It's so- Wait. I find this hot? What is wrong with me? Come on, Pinciotti. Counterattack. [drops pencil] [out loud] Oops.
Eric: [inner monologue] Look away! Oh, I can't look away. Must touch. No! Be strong. [clears throat] [out loud] Well, Donna, if you would refer to page 83- [blows]
Donna: [inner monologue] Oh, the ear! Damn him! Wait. Must win this for womankind. Must crush Eric.
Eric: [inner monologue] Red alert. She is touching your thigh!
Donna: [inner monologue] Oh, no. Plan backfiring. Thigh is so warm, inviting. Bony, but nice.
Kitty: Donna, your mother's on the Phone.
Donna: Oh, thank God!
Kitty: Eric, everything all right?
Eric: Fine. Shut the door, please.