Eric: Okay, Donna, I'm ready for my going-away present. Yahoo.
Donna: [o.s.] All right, here I come.
[Donna walks out dressed as Princess Leia]
Eric: Holy Mother of Skywalker.
Donna: You can do whatever you want to Princess Leia. Her force field is down.
Eric: Donna, this is the best... Wait a second, Leia doesn't have a force field. She... Oh, you know what? I'm too excited to quibble.

Donna: Sorry my present didn't work out.
Eric: Well... I mean, we are alone now. And I think I know exactly what might get you back in the mood. A little romantic music. [dramatic instrumental music plays] Where were we? Oh, yes, you were a prisoner aboard the Death Star. And I am the only stormtrooper with the keys to your laser chastity belt.
Donna: [chuckles] That's in the movie?
Eric: Donna, it's implicit.
Donna: God, I'm gonna miss you, Eric.
Eric: I'm sorry. What was that?
Donna: [sighs] Use the force, Eric.

Eric: Fire! Fire!
[As Donna runs onto the driveway in her Princess Leia costume, Eric runs out in his underwear with a stormtrooper helmet on.]
Red: What the hell is on your head?
Eric: I'm still wearing the helmet, aren't I?
Bob: What did you do to my daughter?
Eric: Nothing. I was a perfect gentleman. I just squeezed her buns.
Kitty: I suggested a photograph, not a go-go dance from outer space.