Bob: Oh, hey, Kitty. I need to borrow some butter or oil. Pretty much anything greasy.
Kitty: Are you cooking?
Bob: Nope, tanning. Hey, what's up with the tape recorder?
Kitty: Oh, I'm making a tape to send to Eric. Here, say hi!
Donna: Don't give him the microphone.
Bob: [sings] What's new, pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa What's new, pussycat... [Donna grabs the microphone]
Fez: Hey, Donna. Boo. Boo.
Donna: Dad, just say something normal.
Bob: Normal doesn't put asses in the seats, Donna.
Donna: For the last time, there are no seats anywhere around you!