Donna: We don't need the keys. I'll hotwire that son of a bitch.
Randy: What's the big deal? I'll just ask Red if I can borrow the car.
Hyde: Uh, while you're at it, why don't you ask Red if your ass can borrow his foot?

Bob: Here, Donna, I made you a coupon for your birthday.
Donna: Aw. "Good for one knock-knock joke, no 'who's there' required." Wow, dreams can come true.
Bob: [chuckles] See that, Red? Kids love those. You should have made them for Eric.
Red: Yeah, I suppose I could have given him a "get my foot out of your ass free" card.

Kitty: So, you're pregnant. Okay, well, um... Okay, we'll move the wedding to next month, and then nine months later, we'll tell people the baby came early because you smoked.
Donna: No, I don't wanna move the wedding up. Don't we get a say in this? Red, say something.
Eric: Oh, Donna, he's not gonna help us. Right now he's trying to figure out how to get both of his feet in both of our asses without leaving his chair.
Red: Stop being weird. We'll just have to make the best of this. Besides, with Donna for a mother, there's a decent chance the kid will be good at sports.

Kitty: Now, here's what you're going to do. You're gonna glue poor Fatso back together, and you are gonna take him back to his burger. Right, Red?
Red: Yes. Because if you don't... furious! Foots in asses! [exits]
Fez: Holy hell, did you see that? I've never seen Red so angry!