Eric: No. It was about Donna. Okay, it was five years in the future.
Hyde: Five years in the future? Hey, did you see Jackie? How's she holding up? Do I need to get out now?
Eric: Hyde, in my dream, Donna gave up her life plans to be with me. And she was so miserable, she left me.
Hyde: That's it? I took my feet off the table and turned slightly to the left for that?

Eric: Look, you guys, what if I really am holding Donna back and she just doesn't realize it yet? I feel like I could be ruining both of our lives.
Kelso: Eric, just relax, okay? It's just a stress dream, 'cause you're getting married tomorrow. Now I had a dream last night that's worth telling. Okay, Donna was in a wet T-shirt contest... [transition to dream sequence ... transitions back] No, I can't. Forget it. It's too dirty.

Hyde: So who's gonna be your best man?
Eric: Oh, you know what? Why don't you guys just decide who my best man is?
Hyde: Whoa, you want us to choose? Well, if that's not an invitation to dress a dog up in a tuxedo, I don't know what is.
Kelso: All right. If anyone should be the best man, it's me. I'm gonna be a father, so I really need the money.
Hyde: You don't get paid to be the best man. You do it for the satisfaction of nailing the hottest bridesmaid. It's in the Bible.
Kelso: Well, I can't do that, 'cause I'm bringing Brooke. Yeah, we're getting pretty serious.
Hyde: Girls, man. You get them pregnant, they get all clingy.

Donna: Here she is. Welcome, or as I like to say, Happy Trailers to you.
Red: A trailer. Well, son, you finally made it.
Kitty: Well, and just look at all the nature. I mean, right in your front yard, you have a beautiful apple core.

Donna: So, home, sweet home.
Eric: Yeah. Hey, Donna... Uh... Hey. Don't take this the wrong way, but... Is this really what we want?
Donna: What? Of course it is. Why?
Eric: I don't know. I just... You know, it's such a big step. And I just really want to make sure this is what we want, what you want.
Donna: Eric, the life I want is with you. I love you.
Eric: Yeah, I know, but...
Donna: Wait a minute. This isn't about this place. This is about me.
Eric: No.
Donna: Are you having doubts about me? Because if you are, tell me now. Don't wait, like, ten years from now when we're both too fat to get dates.
Eric: No, no, no, forget it. I'm happy. I'm happy, happy, happy, happy.
Donna: Okay, now you're saying "happy" way too much.
Eric: Uh, because I'm very happy. If I were less happy, I'd say it less. I think that's how language works, Donna. Come on...
Donna: Okay. I'm gonna go pump out the toilet.

Kitty: Okay, let's get a picture of the wedding party.
Jackie: Oh, Mom, would you fix your top? This isn't Playboy.
Fez: She's fine. Don't fuss with her.

Pamela: Donna, in troubled times like this, I have a friend I like to turn to. Gooseberry Gloss lipstick. Nobody can feel sad with full, juicy, red lips.
Donna: Okay, no offense, but I don't think your lipstick is gonna help me, because I am not a superficial jerk! [exits]
Pamela: [applies lipstick] Better.

Donna: How could Eric do this to me? I mean, what kind of a horrible person skips out on someone they've known their whole life? I mean, someone they're supposed to love?
Jackie: Uh-huh. Um... Donna, why is your suitcase in the backseat?
Donna: Oh, I was just... I don't know. I thought... Hey, I showed up, okay!

Red: What the hell are we gonna do with all these bride and groom cookies?
Jackie: Give me the groom. [stomps on cookie]

Pamela: Donna, I know how difficult this is for you. Now I've been with a lot of men in my life. Rich men, poor men. Well, not poor. Upper middle class. My point is, none of them ever loved me the way I know Eric loves you.
Donna: Well, thanks, Pamela, but if Eric loved me, he'd be here right now.