Eric: Okay, listen. You need to tell me what the hell you think you're doing!
Donna: What am I doing? Well, my mom left us so I'm boxing up her clothes, because I can't look at them anymore. And I'm sorry for needing you, but I did. So if you have something to say to me, just say it.
Eric: Okay, thank you! I did have something to say, and it was good! But that was before you said your mom stuff and your sad clothes stuff and now my sex stuff... sounds sucky.
Donna: Look, I'm sorry if you thought that we-
Eric: No. No, I'm sorry. Let's just-What- [clears throat] What, do you need some help or something?
Donna: Yeah, thanks.
Eric: Oh, my God. Oh, my God. [picks up pink t-shirt] This is mine. [Donna stifles a laugh] Midge borrowed it, and she never gave it back. I bet my bra's here too.