Edna Hyde: Steven, you came back. You don't know what that means to me.
Hyde: Oh, yeah?
Edna Hyde: Yeah. Honey, could you clean up those pizza trays? I'm gonna skip out early.
Fez: Mmm. Guess what I did in the chili bucket? Go ahead, guess.
Edna Hyde: Uh, Steven, I'm sorry. I'm not being a very good mom, am I?
Hyde: No.
Edna Hyde: All right, I've got a better idea. Let's do something together. Come on, I'll buy you a beer.
Hyde: A beer? Yeah, that actually sounds good.
Edna Hyde: You got your fake ID?
Hyde: You know it.
Edna Hyde: That's my boy.