Jackie: See, Eric, this is the perfect tux for you. It makes you look like you actually have shoulders.
Eric: You know, I do look like I have shoulders. Why are you wearing a wedding dress?
Jackie: Oh, I do this every week. Come here.
Donna: What the hell? I cannot believe what I'm seeing.
Eric: I know. Look, shoulders.

Jackie: Okay, Steven, I know I promised I wouldn't do any wedding stuff, and I know you're probably really mad, so just go ahead and yell.
Hyde: You're beautiful.
Jackie: Oh, my God. You like me in a wedding dress, which means that someday we're gonna get married, which means that I can talk about it. Oh, Steven! Okay, I want a spring wedding outside with white doves, and... [Hyde picks Jackie up] ...I want the sun to be setting behind me so that I have a halo, kind of like an angel. [Hyde drops Jackie in a dressing room] Oh, and then, wild mustangs can take us to our honeymoon in Hawaii! Oh, but your family can't come. [Hyde closes the door] Oh, you know what? You can run, but you can't hide! I know where you live!

Eric: Donna, what's the matter?
Donna: You picked a deer-foot fork just to get out of shopping with me.
Eric: Oh, too obvious, huh? Yeah, no one wants hairy silverware.
Donna: I just don't understand how you could have more fun with Jackie than with me.
Eric: I don't know. I mean, you know, she doesn't ask me questions. She just tells me what to do. It's a strange kind of freedom, but I know why the caged bird sings, Donna.
Donna: So you're saying the way to handle you is just take away your free will and order you around?
Eric: Donna, that's the way I was raised.

Donna: Eric, I can't tell you what to do because I don't even know what to do. I mean, that's why I got that stupid book. I hate that book. Kelso was right. Reading just gets you into trouble. Forks don't matter to me, Eric. I mean, they don't.
Eric: They don't. In 20 years, food's just gonna be a little pill anyway.
Donna: Look, let's just do this whole wedding thing our way.
Eric: Yes. What's our way?
Donna: I don't know. Maybe we should ask Jackie.
Fenton: You're back with that one? Good luck.

Fenton: May I help... Oh, it's you.
Eric: Hello, Fenton.
Donna: You two know each other?
Eric: Yeah, this is the weirdo who sold me your ring. He's probably worn it more than you.
Fenton: Well, maybe she doesn't want to wear it because it's from you.
Eric: Well, maybe you need to keep your nose out of my business!
Fenton: Trust me, your business is the last place I wanna put my nose!
Eric: I'm sorry, man. I am.
Fenton: Me, too.

Donna: We're here to register for our wedding.
Fenton: Oh, wonderful. And I see we're starting with silverware.
Eric: Yes, I like this one.
Donna: No, Eric, the wedding book says we can't pick the first thing we see.
Eric: Oh, well, in that case, yeah, the first one... Eh! Second one, whoo-hoo! All right! Let's wrap it up, hit the food court.
Fenton: Here's a small sampling from our collection. Prestige, Exhilaration and, oh, my personal favorite, Brash.
Donna: Oh.
Eric: Well, Fenton, you may be surprised to learn that your personal favorite is not our personal favorite. But, anyway, we're done.

Donna: No, Eric, the wedding book says that we have to look at all the patterns. Today is just a scouting trip.
Eric: Scouting? You know, I was asked to resign from the Scouts.
Donna: Look, it's kind of like... Okay, remember before we were together and we dated, like, all those different people before we decided on each other?
Eric: No, not really. No.
Donna: Eric, come on. This is supposed to be fun. Okay, look at the groom in this picture. What is the difference between you and him?
Eric: Um... He's a cartoon?
Donna: No, he is smiling.
Eric: Yeah, because he's a cartoon.
Fenton: Look, these are all the forks I have here. I'll have to bring the rest up from storage. I guess I'll need a forklift. Oh. [chuckles] Whoo. Oh, I made a funny.
Donna: Well, it's a... It's a good thing we have all day.
Eric: All day? What... I'm not spending all day in a department store. I'm gonna turn into him.
Fenton: Okay, um, you're not as far away as you think.
Eric: Okay, that's it. I'm going to the sporting goods department.
Fenton: Hmm. Men. You can't live with them... Well, you can. But you have to keep quiet about it.