Hyde: Come on, man, this place is great. It's better than Forman's basement. That's a color TV, and I just got new vice grips so now we can watch any channel we want.
Eric: Hyde, your mom really just ran off with some trucker?
Hyde: No, Forman, I made it up because it sounds so classy.
Eric: Why would she just run off with some trucker?
Hyde: It's springtime. Love is in the air, man.
Eric: Right, and she just left you here alone?
Hyde: Look, I realize this is hard for you to get your head around, Opie, but you're failing to see the upside here. We've got food, we've got beer, we have zero adult supervision. Welcome to Camp Naughty-Bad-Fun.