Eric: You hear that?
Donna: Sounded like your dad's car.
Eric: Run for it.
Kitty: No, you don't. You made your bed. Now you have to lie in it. Oh, who am I kidding? You never make your bed.
Donna: Eric, wait. Listen. If you leave now, you'll never get back in. That means good-bye to your clothes, your furniture...
Eric: [gasps] My G.I. Joes. We stay.