Donna: And that's game! Man, what a slaughter. I just wiped the court with you, from one end to the other. Whoo!
Eric: I gotta go inside, but I'll leave the light on. I don't want you to gloat in the dark.
Donna: Well, hey, Eric, don't you want your balls back?
Eric: Okay, now look, that's a little uncalled for. [Donna holds up two basketballs] Oh, uh, yeah. Thanks.