Kitty: Now, where is Eric? It's 2:00 a.m. I'm worried sick.
Marty: Eric is acting out. He doesn't have the emotional tools to deal with this tragedy.
Red: You're an emotional tool, Marty.

Red: Where the hell have you been?
Eric: Oh, I went to a bar.
Kitty: Eric, have you been drinking?
Eric: No. I've been fighting.
Kitty: Oh, my lord.
Marty: Eric, it's okay. Just let the feelings out.
Red: Put them back in there, Eric.
Marty: You know, when a father and son-
Red: Marty, you are this close to a headlock.

Kitty: Eric, just because there has been a tragedy in the family it's no reason to act crazy. My son getting in a bar fight like... like some kind of bar-fighter.
Red: Kitty, stop cooking and go to bed.
Kitty: Okay, all right. When the timer goes off one of you better take that roast out of the oven or there will be hell to pay.

Kitty: [inner monologue] Um... I know we had our differences. I married Red and... and you hated me. Well, uh, just try to be nicer to God.

Laurie: [inner monologue] Life is so complicated. You get old and die. Thank God I'm still young and hot.

Hyde: [inner monologue] Man, I can't believe they're just gonna throw that ring away. Ooh, no. I can't.

Fez: [inner monologue] Oh, my God, there is a body in here.

[The camera is pointing up from the casket:]
Red: [inner monologue] Well, Ma... Oh, for God's sake.
Minister: Oh, sorry, those should be closed.
[The scene fades to black as the minister closes Bernice's eyelids]

Eric: Hey.
Donna: Oh, God, you got a black eye. It looks pretty hot.
Eric: Well, you should see the other guy.
Donna: Did you really lay him out?
Eric: No, I mean, he was huge. I mean, you should have seen him. The fact that I even took the punch is a testament to how tough I really am. [Eric groans as Donna hugs him and grazes his black eye]
Donna: Sorry.
Eric: Look, Donna, I'm sorry about the other night. I was acting crazy and I'm completely over it now. I mean, you can't dwell on these things.
Donna: So you had a heart-to-heart with Red?
Eric: Hell, no.
Donna: So you're still just suppressing everything.
Eric: Sure beats dealing with it now, right? [chuckles] Yeah. Hug?

Jackie: [to Red] I'm really sorry your mom died. It's, like, sad and stuff.