Kitty: So, um, what's going on here? [chuckles] Packing a picnic lunch for your next African safari?
Paula: No, I thought I'd make my strudel for the boys. It feels nice having people to cook for.
Kitty: Huh. Well, um... Sounds like your, uh, jet-set life gets pretty lonely, huh?
Paula: Oh, no, I have lots of friends.
Kitty: Oh, right, right. But, um, all the friends in the world don't make up for having to come home from the Bahamas to an empty house, do they?
Paula: I actually enjoy my privacy.
Kitty: Hmm, privacy, loneliness. It's a fine line, isn't it?
Paula: Okay, Kitty, is something wrong?
Kitty: Yeah, something is wrong. Why are you here?
Paula: Because I missed you. And I wanted you to see that I'm finally okay.
Kitty: Okay or better than me?
Paula: Better than you? Oh, Kitty, you're my sister and- Okay, fine. I'm finally a success, and I wanted to come back and rub your face in it. And I did, and I liked it!
Kitty: Well, good for you. It must have been hard living in my shadow, because I was popular and you weren't. And I had a life and you didn't. That's right. I said it. You heard me. You were a schlub. A schlub! [both laugh]

Red: [to Paula's car] Oh, you poor pink bastard. [Kitty walks out after her make-over] Well, well. What have we here? All right. I got 20 minutes till my wife comes back so, uh, pucker up.
Paula: Okay, you two lovebirds. I'm off. Oh, bye-bye, Red.
Kitty: Oh, Paula, thank you so much.
Paula: Oh, oh, Kitty. What are sisters for, huh? I'll talk to you in a couple of days. And you remember what I said. [speaks French]
Kitty: Oui, oui, ma soeur. [Paula drives away]
Red: So what's with all the French? Did she call me something?
Kitty: No. She said, "Search for life to live life," which is my new motto. Paula made me see that I have been in a rut. But the good news is, from now on, I am just going to explore life.
Red: But you're- You're all pretty now with your big red lips. Isn't that enough?
Kitty: Oh, I love you, Red Forman. And no.
Red: All right, fine. But if you paint my car pink, it's over.

Red: Paula, you're so pink.
Paula: Oh, well, sure, sure. I gotta match my brand-new car. Go ahead, pet her.
Kitty: Well, ooh, ooh, I wanna pet her too.
Red: Why did you paint it with Pepto-Bismol?
Paula: It's not Pepto-Bismol. It's Luscious Blushes. And only the top Kathy May salesperson gets one of these babies.
Red: So you stole it from her?
Paula: [laughs] I have all the money that I owe you. Here it is.
Kitty: Oh, my God. You have cash. Red, she has cash. [Red counts the money] Honey, Red, Red, Red, really, you don't have to count it.
Red: Oh, well, of course. You're family. [turns back and counts money]

[As Red, Paula, Kitty and Eric eat at the kitchen table, Eric is stuffing his face with bread]
Eric: Aunt Paula, you look great.
Paula: Oh.
Eric: And so pink.
Paula: Oh, Eric, you're so cute. Here's 20 bucks. [Kitty chuckles]
Eric: Aunt Paula is awesome!

Kitty: Oh, well, will you look at this? Here's me, captain of the cheerleaders. "Most likely to succeed." "Best laugh." [chuckles] Oh, here's Paula.
Red: What's that on her cheek?
Kitty: Oh, she had a little sledding accident with her face that year.
Red: Typical.
Kitty: [laughs] I know.

Kitty: And now, I'm a housewife and she goes on cruises with Dick Trickle.
Red: Well, you don't know what she's not telling you. I mean, just because she's more successful than you doesn't mean that she's happy.
Kitty: More successful?
Red: Well, it's just that she has so many... And she's... she's very... [chuckles] Look, money.

Donna: I love it when you do that.
Eric: Good to know. Good to know. And how about when I do this?
Donna: Geez, Eric, what the hell?
Eric: Okay, okay, I'll just go back up to the ear.
Donna: Get away from me, you pig! Where are my pants?
Eric: Wait. Wait, it was an accident. [Donna leaves] Look, I have a feather.

Kitty: Oh, I am so sorry.
Paula: Oh, I'm sorry too.
Kitty: Oh, I just- I don't know what is the matter with me.
Paula: I know.
Kitty: I should be just thrilled that you're finally on your feet, and instead, I'm just- I'm acting like a jealous little ninny.
Paula: Kitty, would you like a makeover?
Kitty: Oh, I really would.
Paula: Okay. [laughs]
Kitty: I- I won't look like a whore, will I?
Paula: No, no, I promise.

Kelso: I'm sorry, you guys. I can't hang out. I gotta go meet Jackie. [dogs whine] Don't look at me like that. All right, five more minutes, but that is it. Come on. Who wants to show me their belly, huh? Come on. Come here, buddy! [Kelso barks] Come here, baby. Who's my little baby, huh? Who's my little baby? [barks]