Jackie: Donna, I think I'm actually feeling something for Michael, you know? Donna, would you please stop looking at your feet and listen to me?
Donna: A boyfriend is supposed to tell you the things you don't like about yourself are fine. Like last week, I told Eric his pecs were getting bigger. But I mean, come on. If you lie him on his back, you could fill up his chest with water.
Jackie: Maybe I'm just lonely. Or I need a sign from, like, God. Or, I don't know. Maybe I just need someone to tell me if I'm crazy.
Donna: Jackie, you're crazy.
Jackie: Not you, Bigfoot.