Eric: My dad's gonna kill me.
Donna: You're always saying that.
Eric: Yeah, well, this time he's gonna kill me. I mean, I cut class, I trespassed, I had stolen beer and then I swung into a pool full of cops on a garden hose carrying my dad's tap.
Donna: Yeah, that was so cool.
Eric: Really?
Donna: Really. [they kiss] You looked dangerous.
Eric: Did I mention that I killed a guy in algebra?
Donna: Good night... killer. [walks away]
Eric: [to himself] Bring it on, Red.