Jackie: Michael is such a boy. He doesn't even know who he is. You know who knows who he is? Steven Hyde.
Donna: Oh, no. Now you like Hyde?
Jackie: No. I don't like him. I just- I just think, he's, like, the sweetest, coolest guy I've ever met.
Donna: Jackie, I thought you hated him.
Jackie: Feelings change, Donna. Like, remember when we first met and I hated you?
Donna: What?
Jackie: Yeah. I thought you were, like, this big goon. Didn't we have this talk?
Donna: No.
Jackie: I'm so sorry.
Donna: It's okay. I mean, I hated you, too.
Jackie: Yeah. That's 'cause you're a big goon.
Donna: Bitch.
Jackie: Goon.
Donna: Bitch.
Jackie: Goon! See? See? We're closer than ever. I gotta go find Steven.

Kitty: Um, Midge, is something bothering Bob?
Midge: Oh, he's uncomfortable around you and Red now that Donna and Eric... know each other. If you know what I mean. You see, I'm using the word "know" in a different way here.
Kitty: Uh-huh?
Midge: It's a pun.
Kitty: It's not a... Okay, Midge, good pun. [laughs] Bye-bye now. [to herself] Oh, they are nuts.

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Hyde: Man, I don't know what's gotten into Jackie. "Steven, let's hang out." "Steven, let's go to the mall." My life's a living hell, you know?
Jackie: [laughs] Steven, you're hilarious! You know, Steven and I tease each other. That's what best friends do.
Donna: You know what? I love showing my butt. I don't care what Eric says. I like to show it, and I like to shake it.
Laurie: Donna, I can totally respect that. Just be careful, though, or they'll call you a home-wrecker. I can count the number of homes I've wrecked on one hand.
Hyde: Well, don't worry, ladies, 'cause no one's gonna label you here. If you guys wanna take off some clothes and shake some stuff, feel free. [chuckles] Not you.
Jackie: I wouldn't call you a home-wrecker, Laurie. No. I'd call you a slut. And a home-wrecker.
Donna: [sings] Shake, shake, shake Shake, shake, shake Shake your booty
Laurie: Whoo! Rock it, girl.
Donna: [sings] Shake your booty
Hyde: Yeah. That's good stuff.

Kitty: Okay, um... We're been friends and neighbors for a long time, and, um, I think there's something we need to talk about. Don't you, Bob?
Bob: Nope.
Red: Kitty, don't push him. He might just get up and leave. I'd respect you if you got up and left.
Kitty: Eric and Donna are having sex.
Bob: What the hell?
Red: Kitty! I didn't know that clearing the air meant we were gonna have a sex talk with the neighbors.
Midge: I did. And I thought it was gonna be fun, and it is fun.

Fez: You lose again, cracker. Why don't you go home and cry to your big white mama?
Leo: Well, first of all, dude, I think I'm Chinese. And second of all, let me see you put your money where your mouth is.
Kelso: I don't know, 20 bucks. I'm gonna have to dip into my baby-sitting money. I mean... my drag-racing money.
Fez: Time to lose, little white girls.
Leo: Score! Hey, I just remembered, man, I'm really good at this game.

Eric: Oh, my God. Call Walter Cronkite. My girlfriend has her pants on.
Donna: Okay. You're behaving like the biggest baby. What's your problem?
Eric: What's my... My problem is, it's your... butt. It's our butt. It's my butt.
Donna: Eric, it's my butt. And when I showed it, it was funny. And you should be glad that you have a girlfriend who's cool enough to moon.
Eric: Well... yeah, okay. I mean, you're right, but... you know what? Once the jocks and the guys with the Firebirds see it, you know, they're just gonna totally want you.
Donna: Oh, no. And with my weak-willed girly mind, I'll go, too. You're such a bonehead.
Eric: Yeah, I know. Okay. It's great. But, you know, in the future, would it kill you just to have a smidgen of modesty?
Donna: [laughs] Oh, my God. [laughs]
Eric: What... What's so funny?
Donna: You're a prude.
Eric: I am not.
Donna: Yes. You're uptight, like a little pilgrim.

Kelso: Okay. Tie game. This is it, Fez. Channel all of your hatred for the white man into this one last point.
Fez: I am full of hate, my brother.
Timmy: Hey, foreign guy, will you sign your yearbook picture?
Fez: My what-book picture? Oh, my God. It is half my face. Oh, I feel the warm love and embrace of the whitey. I forfeit. You win.
Kelso: No. No, no! Look, no one is embracing you, Fez. You're brown, okay? So let's kick some racist ass!

Jackie: Hey, Hyde.
Hyde: Oh, no. Is the roller-disco craze over already?
Jackie: Of course not. Look, Hyde, I just wanted you to know that I'm not a square cheerleader. I'm on the wrong side of the law, because I have this.
Hyde: Oh, no. A paper bag. Run. [Jackie shows Hyde the contents of the bag] Jackie?
Jackie: Oh, yeah. I bought it in the ghetto.
Hyde: Jackie, there is no ghetto here. There's, like, that one house that needs to be painted.
Jackie: Okay, fine. I bought it from my housekeeper. Whatever.

Jackie: Hey, Steven, wanna pop some popcorn and look at all the yearbook pictures of me?
Hyde: No. I figure I'll do plenty of that when I die and go to hell.
Jackie: God, you're such a card.

Donna: Eric? Are you okay? 'Cause you look weird.
Kelso: Yeah. Could it be because of your girlfriend's naked butt?
Donna: Kelso, you're not helping.
Kelso: I'm not trying to help.