Bob: And I tell them I can sell them the cheaper one but it'll wind up costing them more in the long run. Which is a mathematical impossibility, but they buy it anyway.

Donna: Why are you all dressed up?
Bob: I'm not dressed up. This is California casual. There's nothing going on here. Everything is fine between your mother and me.
Donna: Okay.
Bob: Look, Donna, can't a man have a conversation with an attentive woman without getting the third degree?
Donna: Sure, Dad.
Bob: All right, apology accepted. Now, be a good girl and sneak in there and get Daddy some of those Jordan almonds.
Donna: No, Dad, those are for the feminists.
Bob: Oh, God. They got to her, too.

Hyde: You know, Red really yelled at me, Forman.
Eric: Yeah, get used to that.
Hyde: This blows, man. When I was living at home, I didn't have to answer to anybody. I made my own rules. You screwed me, Forman. I told you this was none of your business.
Kitty: Steven. Eric. Here's your cocoa.
Hyde: Thanks, Mrs. Forman. [Kitty kisses Steven's head]
Eric: Thanks, Mom. [Kitty kisses Eric's head and leaves]
Hyde: You're lucky I don't kick your ass. Are you gonna eat your cookies?