Eric: That's Donna.
Glen: Oh, look at that. A carrot top, huh? Ah, that's great, kid. Just great. You know, I was a lot like you: a milky-white loser with a cheap haircut and less muscle tone than a canned ham.
Eric: Okay, first of all, Glen, I'm wiry, okay?
Glen: Yeah, I was dating the hottest looking girl in the school. Thought I had it made.
Eric: So what happened?
Glen: I don't know really. One day we just realized that she had heard all of my stories and I had heard all of her stories and, well, that's when she stopped being nice and started eating.
Eric: Oh, God, Donna eats.
Glen: Better watch it there, kid. It starts small. A few wise-ass comments, and then they're puttin' you down in front of your friends.
[flashback bubble:]
Eric: Donna, you stole the funny part.
Donna: Well, Eric, I've heard it like eight times.
[present:]
Glen: Then before you know it, you're praying for death. [chuckles] Either hers or yours. Either way, at least it's quiet.
Eric: You really brought me down, man.
Glen: Yeah. [chuckles] Yeah, I do that.