David slides his hand gracefully down Donna's torso and when he gets close to You Know What, she sits up again: "We're in a truck." She's breathing hard. "I don't want my first time to be in a truck." No, it's gonna have to be a big antique four-poster bed strewn with pink and red rose petals, attended by little white lambies frolicking around the room and cherubs playing Pachelbel's Canon on violins. Better forget about being an artist and become a lawyer or an orthodontist, because among things, the girl's class issues aren't going away. ["And not to be crass, but at her age, it was a two-door Accord or go without. I would have given an eyetooth for a nice roomy camper." -- Sars] David, still lying down, and growing a little impatient, looks around and says, "It's a camper." Donna: "I'm sorry." David: "Fine." He adjusts his head on the pillow a little crossly. Donna chews her thumb and looks at him: "You're mad." Frink: "'No, I'm hap-hap-happy.'" He says if she doesn't want to, they won't. Donna: "It's not that I don't want to. It's that this is a really big deal and I want you to understand that." He says he does: "It's okay. We should probably go to sleep now." She slowly lies down next to him and says she's sorry, and kisses him on the cheek: "I love you." He doesn't say anything; his eyes stay closed. Then he turns over so his back is to her. Donna lies there wondering if he's going to dump her now as the camera fades out through the top of the camper. The music for this scene is a song by David Loring called "Too High." Maybe Joan should buy some of these.