Donna: I don't know, Mrs. Forman. I mean, sure, it's a pit now but if you paint, fumigate and get rid of Eric, this could be a great room.
Eric: Hey, wh- Hey, okay. You're not my girlfriend anymore. Okay? So you don't get an opinion on my stuff now. Mom, don't listen to her. She's crazy.
Donna: Wait, I disagree with you, so I'm crazy? I think the last time I disagreed with you was the sanest thing I ever did.
Eric: Okay, are you referring to our breakup? Because I must remind everyone that she wore my promise ring around her neck. That's crazy. Ring, finger. Finger, ring.
Donna: Well, you're lucky I didn't shove the ring up your ass.
Eric: Mom!