Eric: Look, how could I look you in the eye and tell you that I don't like the ring when I love you so much?
Donna: I guess I know what you mean. It's like when you wrote me that song.
Eric: Wait. You love that song.
Donna: Of course I do.
Eric: You know what? We are really bad with rings.
Donna: Yeah. If we ever get married, we should just exchange, like buckets of chicken.
Eric: Or, uh, I- I could write you another song.
Donna: Oh. I'm fine with chicken.