Red: Out of my chair, Tonto.
Fez: Oh, come on. A chair is a chair. Branch out a little. Try the piano bench.
Red: What did you say?
Kitty: Laurie, go get a cup of milk.
Laurie: Why?
Kitty: It'll keep Fez's teeth alive until we get him to the dentist. [doorbell rings] [Eric opens door]
Agent Armstrong: Hi, sir. Hal Armstrong from the immigration service. I'm here to conduct some interviews.
Red: What do you want to know? 'Cause I'll tell you everything.
Fez: Is it too late to give you back your chair?
Red: Oh, no, don't get up. This could be the last time you sit on furniture that you didn't build out of mud and twigs.