Donna: Hey, Eric, can you hand me a cookie?
Eric: No, I can't reach while I'm driving.
Donna: Come on. Please? Just one cookie.
Eric: Just wait till I stop.
Donna: [shouts like Bea] Cookie!
Bea: You know, Donna, you catch more flies with sugar. Right, Burt?
Burt: [pretends to snore]