Kitty: I can't believe you dismembered Fatso! What is the matter with you kids? This clown means something to people. Look how upset Red is!
Red: Yes... upset! All of you... dumbass!

Kitty: Now, here's what you're going to do. You're gonna glue poor Fatso back together, and you are gonna take him back to his burger. Right, Red?
Red: Yes. Because if you don't... furious! Foots in asses! [exits]
Fez: Holy hell, did you see that? I've never seen Red so angry!

Fez: Listen, Randy, just because I ate three hamburgers, doesn't mean I like you. It just means I have no self-control.

Fez: I hate that guy. He acts like he owns the place.
Donna: Well, he does own the place.
Fez: Well, he acts like it.

Donna: We're stealing a clown. God, being bad is so exciting! My palms are sweaty. When I was with Eric, the only times my palms were sweaty, was when I was holding his sweaty palms.

Randy: Okay, wire cutters, a crescent wrench and a bolt cutter.
Donna: What about an ax? Do we need an ax?
Hyde: No, I think we're good. But if we decide to go on a killing rampage at a sleep-away camp, I'll call you.

Fez: Okay, smart guy, I've thought of something you haven't. We need a getaway-car. See, your plan is unraveling.
Randy: I thought we could take that station wagon right there.
Fez: Damn, your plan has re-raveled. But wait, Red has the keys. Aha! Your plan is unraveling again.

Randy: It's just, I wanted to build a wheelchair ramp for my grandmother, and I wanted to buy some lumber.
Kitty: Come on, Red. Just picture his poor old grandmother, going down the stairs in a wheelchair, bouncing all over the place. [laughs] Oh, I don't mean to laugh. Red, she needs his help.
Red: Oh, fine. But fill up the tank, bring it back by tomorrow, and do something with that hair. Jeez.
Fez: A wheelchair ramp? What a load of crap.
Randy: Fez, my grandmother is in a wheelchair. She had polio.
Fez: Well, everything works out perfect for you.

Donna: I can't believe I'm an accessory to a crime. We could get caught, I could get arrested! I could go to a girl-prison, this freaking rocks!

Donna: Okay, you guys, after this, we should steal a car. No, a kid!
Hyde: Donna, that's kidnapping.
Donna: Okay fine, a dog. Just something alive.