Eric: They're all yours.
Donna: Twenty minutes late.
Eric: Sorry. We had to stop so Fez could pee.
Fez: Yes, it was my fault. Please do not fight.
Donna: Eric, listen, travel time should come out of your time, not mine. What's on Fez's face?
Fez: Nothing. Nothing.
Donna: Is that ice cream? Now he won't want dinner!
Fez: I am sorry I ate ice cream, Donna. Do not be mad.
Donna: Oh. Fez, I'm mad at Eric, not at you. [wipes Fez's face] This is not about you.