Eric: Way to go, Dad. You finally got your buck.
Kelso: I wish it was mine, but somebody took my gun away 'cause he sensed what a great hunter I am.
Hyde: Kelso, if we let you keep your gun, Fez would be the one strapped to that hood right now.

Hyde: Hey, Red. So, uh, about that accident, huh?
Red: Ah, yeah. Well, it was a long time ago. I was out, uh, hunting with Frank. He was a good friend of mine, a good guy. Kind of a dumbass like Kelso here. So anyway, Frank had shot this deer, and he was real happy, and he'd had a few beers so he was dancing around, and it was all real fun, and then he leans over to kiss the deer, only the deer's not dead yet, and it kicks him right in the neck. And it killed him.

Kitty: Well, this is just delicious. [spits out]
Red: Sorry about the buck shot.
Hyde: Oh, I don't mind. I mean, there's usually some mystery gristle in meat. At least we know what it is.
Laurie: I like it better when you fish, Daddy.
Red: It was jerking around, so, uh, Eric shot it with the shotgun.
Eric: Well, I had to. It was screaming. [all spit out]