Donna: Hey, kissy-face.
Eric: Ah, well. If it isn't Kooky McShrimplover, who doesn't know how she feels. Coming over here like everything's normal and nothing happened last night. Yep. That's my Kooky McShrimplover.
Donna: I know. I freaked out. I'm sorry.
Eric: Well, that's a first.
Donna: Well, this is complicated, okay? I mean, we do wanna be friends, right?
Eric: Yeah. I don't wanna be nothing.
Donna: Okay. Well, then, maybe some rules will help. Like, when we're out on a date that's not a date, we can't make out with slutty girls.
Eric: Uh-huh. Or that could just be a rule for me. Yeah, I mean, Donna, feel free... No, feel encouraged to make out with all the slutty girls you want.