Bob: There I was sitting in the kitchen. Sitting in the kitchen, when, boom! She tells me she needs therapy. Yeah, Midge and I had a beautiful thing, Fezzy, then it all went wrong.
Hyde: Yeah, Bob, women are hell. Why don't you grab us all a beer and we'll talk it over?
Bob: I could get you sodas, 'cause I know you're underage.
Hyde: Bob, this isn't about us. It's about you. And you need friends. And beer.
Bob: Hey, how stupid do you think I am?
Hyde: Why don't we grab a beer and we'll talk it over?
Bob: Ah, no.
Hyde: Well, then, Bob, you're on your own.
Fez: See how you drive people away?