Eric: Oh, my God. Did you hear that? It sounds like a bloody hook scraping against the back door. What's... What's wrong? You're like a million miles away.
Donna: I don't- I don't know. It's just that my parents are fighting like, all the time. It just makes me so mad. Like I want to kick their asses, but I can't. But I want to do something.
Eric: Okay. Take me, Donna.
Donna: What?
Eric: Go ahead. Take me. Punish your parents by using me for sex. Do your business and be done with it. Go ahead. Don't be shy. I can take it. But... God, do be gentle.
Donna: You didn't actually think that was gonna work, did you?
Eric: No, but I'm a virgin, and it's driving me crazy. But that's not your fault... No, wait. Yes, it is.