Eric: Coming. I'm coming. [opens door] Donna? Donna, it's 3:00 a.m. Are you crazy?
Donna: Crazy? Crazy in love with you. What is it about you that drives me wild with passion and desire?
Eric: Well, I am... 17 now.
Donna: Shut up, and sit down. I have to give you your birthday present. It can't wait any longer. Close your eyes.
Eric: This is my birthday present?
Donna: No, that's my nightgown. I'm your present. Open your eyes, birthday boy.
[reality, Eric wakes up in bed with Kitty standing over him holding a plate of eggs:]
Kitty: Surprise! Birthday breakfast. And this is it, young man. A few gifts tonight, the end. [chuckles] And it is too late to change your mind about a party now. So don't think you're getting one or you will be sorely disappointed. [winks at Laurie]
Red: Happy birthday. You know, the lawn's not gonna cut itself.
Eric: Thanks, Mom, Dad.
Laurie: Hey, little brother. Nice tent.