Eric: Donna! Hey, you know, you were really good in there.
Donna: Well, it's not exactly brain surgery.
Eric: I know, but it was so cool. It's just- I think it's really, really cool that you can do that.
Donna: Eric, you're, like, over the moon 'cause I changed a poopy diaper, but when I got my story in the school paper all you said was, "Yeah, they called you Donna Pincipotti."
Eric: It's a funny sound. "Potti." Come on. Try not to laugh. [Donna is silent] That's good.

Kitty: Oh, and that clean baby smell.
Red: Yes, but when we had babies we couldn't go to the movies or out to dinner.
Kitty: Oh, Red. When was the last time we went to the movies or out to dinner?
Red: Exactly. Who needs to leave the house when there are no babies in it?

Bob: I gotta thank my lucky stars I got the old snippety-snip.
Red: Bob, you mean you just let some quack remove-
Bob: On, no. Nothing's removed.
Kitty: Okay. That's enough of that.

Kitty: Oh, come on, Red. Oh, look how sweet this baby is. Just hold it.
Red: Look, Kitty. I didn't touch our kids when they were babies, and I'm not touching this one.
Kitty: Red Forman, you touch this baby.
Red: Nope.
Kitty: Touch it.
Red: Not happening.

Eric: All right, Donna. That's it. We gotta figure this out. Because this is just hanging over our heads like one of those huge, awful hanging things.
Donna: [kisses Eric] Let's not worry about this anymore. Let's, uh... Let's go for a drive, okay?
Eric: Okay. I'm... I'm sorry. Did you want to say something else?
Donna: No. Just I love you.
Eric: Oh. Enough to strip for me?
Donna: All right.
Eric: No. I mean I love you too. I'd strip for you.

Kitty: Laurie, her mother is waiting.
Laurie: I don't care. I love her, and I'm not giving her back! [Kitty holds a hairdryer] What are you doing with that?
Kitty: Give me back the baby, missy, or, so help me the dryer goes down.
Laurie: You wouldn't.
Kitty: I would.
Laurie: Fine, fine. Take her. [holds her hairdryer] Shh, baby. You're okay now.