Donna: Look, I'm sorry about getting all tipsy last night.
Eric: Oh, no. Please, I'm sorry. The fight was all my fault.
Donna: Fight? We had a fight?
Eric: No.
Donna: What did you do?
Eric: Nothing.
Donna: Obviously you did something. I want to know what it is in case I'm still mad about it.
Eric: Well, okay. I had said that you were the most beautiful girl in the world and then you got all mad and said, "Get bent." Not your finest hour, but I still love you.
Donna: Wow. You must be really upset about this.
Eric: Um... kind of, yeah.
Donna: Well, come on, Eric. Let's turn that frown upside-down. That's right. Let's have super-hot sex, baby.
Eric: Oh, crap.