Bob: In the end, I'm glad my Donna's with your Eric. At least I know Eric's not a degenerate.
[As Bob, Midge, Red and Kitty stand in the door way, Eric is standing in front of Donna on the driveway and lowering his pants:]
Eric: Who's the prude now, huh? My ass is swinging, baby! Whoo!
Kitty: Eric.
Eric: [bends down] Hi, mom.
[Donna falls on the floor laughing]
Red: So, Bob, you wanna go ahead and cancel next week's game, buddy?