Donna: Hey, Eric. I brought you half a beer. Well, it's mixed with half a Coke, 'cause Red caught me. So, are you okay?
Eric: Yeah. I guess. Hey, thanks for coming.
Donna: I'm really sorry about your grandfather. I mean, right in your own driveway. What was he doing out there anyway?
Fez: Well, he caught us spying on your slumber party.
Donna: You were spying on us? Eric!
Eric: We- Okay. If anyone should be mad, it should be us because, lady, you do not know how to throw a slumber party. Flannel pajamas? What are you, a hundred?
Fez: You need a nightie? I'll buy you a nightie.