Eric: All right, Donna. That's it. We gotta figure this out. Because this is just hanging over our heads like one of those huge, awful hanging things.
Donna: [kisses Eric] Let's not worry about this anymore. Let's, uh... Let's go for a drive, okay?
Eric: Okay. I'm... I'm sorry. Did you want to say something else?
Donna: No. Just I love you.
Eric: Oh. Enough to strip for me?
Donna: All right.
Eric: No. I mean I love you too. I'd strip for you.