Bob: I'm glad you came. Taste this.
Red: Hmm. That tastes pretty good.
Bob: That's 'cause it's made with five different cheeses.
Red: What's it called?
Bob: Five different cheeses. Oh, save room for cheesecake.

Red: Well, thanks, Donna. Now you've made it worse. I have to go and fix this now. Because if I have to stay here another day with your dad, I'm gonna end up killing myself. No offense.
Bob: How was that no offense? You should have just said, "Offense."
Red: Fine. Offense.
Bob: Okay, go. But you're gonna miss out what I'm making for dinner. Five different meats.

Fez: I win again! I know you're just a fish, but come on, at least try!
Bob: [o.s.] Fez, is that you?
Fez: Goldie, you can use pronouns?
Bob: [enters] No, Fez, it's me, Bob.
Fez: Bob, you found us! Hallelujah!
Bob: Yep, just followed the trail of candy corn you left.
Fez: What? I didn't leave a... Oh, damn it! There was a hole. All that candy corn wasted.
Bob: No, I ate them.
Fez: Bob, they were on the ground. Well, I would have done the same.

Bob: Red, I told you, you should listen to me.
Red: I'm not renting a promotional monkey.
Bob: No. No, Red, you should've turned this place into an adult bookstore. Those places are packed 24 hours a day. Sometimes you can't even get to the good stuff.

Bob: Hey, Red. Can I borrow some socks?
Red: No.
Kitty: Bob, we're having a crisis here.
Red: [whispers] The new neighbors are gay!
Bob: They're gay? Oh, great! Now they're gonna be all over me.
Red: What the hell are you talking about?
Bob: I can't explain it. Men find me attractive. Yeah. Everybody wants a piece of the Pinci.

Bob: See, these blue buildings are condos and the green ones, those are cabanas.
Red: What's that yellow building?
Bob: Oh, that's Cheez Whiz. I was reading in bed.

Bob: Hey, Donna. Check out my new Speedo for Florida.
Donna: Dad, why can't you just buy a regular bathing suit?
Bob: No, those make me look silly.

Red: Bob, for the last time, you can't call our bait shop "Jail Bait."
Bob: Fine! How about "Hookers"? You know, because you put the bait on the hook.
Red: No.
Bob: Okay, you got something better?
Red: "Red and Bob's Bait Shop."
Bob: I like it. It's simple, to the point and I think it will fit on a Speedo.
Red: Bob, you put my name on your crotch, I'll kill you.

Red: Now listen, Bob, I know that you were counting on me for the bait shop and all.
Bob: Hey, you gotta do what you gotta do. I'm a big boy. I can make it on my own. I'm gonna miss you so much. [hugs Red]