Eric: Okay, so I was over at the Pinciottis' crouched behind the hedge next to the house, and I distinctly heard laughter. Laughter! Well, I will tell you what. I am not going down without a fight. No, sirree, Bob. Bob!
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Bob: The kids really like my jokes?
Eric: Oh. Mr. Pinciotti, if you only knew the number of times Donna's shared one of your doozies with the gang. Lordy, how we laugh and laugh. And laugh. [laughs]
Bob: Right. I'm going.

Bob: But the tennis pro says... "We don't serve those kind of balls."

Donna: That was a dirty trick, Forman.
Eric: Well, I'd love to stay and talk about it, but we're on our way to the movies.
All: Yeah.
Donna: Fine. Then I'm taking them bowling Saturday.
All: Yeah!
Eric: Fine.
Fez: Ooh, what a fun weekend.
Hyde: Hey, look, you guys can't buy our loyalty with these little field trips. You're gonna have to start buying us some stuff we can take home.
Jackie: Well, look, I think it's stupid to have to go day by day. Why doesn't Donna just get us on the weekends?
Kelso: Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's not fair because then Eric gets all the weekday headaches and Donna gets all the fun time.
Donna: Fine. Then we'll make a schedule. Eric?
Eric: Fine. Have a seat.
Fez: Make sure to schedule time with Bob. He takes me to Chuckle Town.

Kitty: Oh, come on in, Pastor Dave. Red and I are just so happy that you are here. Especially Red.
Red: Kitty.
Kitty: I want you to know that it is so nice for Red to finally have a boyfriend.
Red: For God sakes, Kitty!
Kitty: Oh, lighten up, silly. "Man friend." Whatever. Someone to talk to, share their feelings with. Anyway, you are an important part of Red's life.
Pastor Dave: Oh. Well-
Red: Now, wait. No. Don't listen to her. I don't really want to share my feelings with you. Hell, I don't even think I have feelings. Now, let's just watch these two guys beat the crap out of each other.
Pastor Dave: Sold!
Kitty: Well, I don't care what you say. You're boyfriends, and that's nice.

Hyde: I'm just saying, Forman, you really didn't deliver on the afternoon like I was hoping.
Eric: Dude, I took you everywhere. I bought everything. It was a great day.
Hyde: I don't know, man. I mean, I asked you for a six-pack. You brought me out a tall boy. I'm just saying.

Eric: They're all yours.
Donna: Twenty minutes late.
Eric: Sorry. We had to stop so Fez could pee.
Fez: Yes, it was my fault. Please do not fight.
Donna: Eric, listen, travel time should come out of your time, not mine. What's on Fez's face?
Fez: Nothing. Nothing.
Donna: Is that ice cream? Now he won't want dinner!
Fez: I am sorry I ate ice cream, Donna. Do not be mad.
Donna: Oh. Fez, I'm mad at Eric, not at you. [wipes Fez's face] This is not about you.

Eric: Listen, I'm not about to limit our good time to help with yours.
Donna: Why would you do anything to help me?
Eric: Oh, you listen, missy. I'm not gonna-
Fez: Stop it! Stop it! You are tearing us apart!
Hyde: I hope you're happy. Now you've upset Fez.
Kelso: Yeah, and your fighting is making me and Jackie fight and that interferes with us doing it. And that ain't good.
Jackie: So, until you guys fix this, we're not hanging out with either one of you. Let's go.
Fez: Hyde, I'm sticky.
Hyde: Come on. Let's get you cleaned up.
Fez: And I'm sleepy.
Hyde: I know. You had a big day.

Donna: This is your fault. None of this would have happened if you hadn't been such a jerk and kicked me out of the basement.
Eric: Well, you came in and you were just so, "Oh, we broke up, and I don't care, and, hey, let's just watch TV." Tra la la la la.
Donna: Eric, I was faking it. I'm miserable and uncomfortable, and this whole thing sucks.
Eric: You're miserable? Well, that's great! I mean, I'm miserable too. Okay, so, how about this? We just hang out together and pretend everything's fine for, you know- for the sake of our friends.
Donna: I can do that.
Eric: Okay. But, you know, [sighs] you have to stop trying to look so hot when you come over.
Donna: I have not been doing that.
Eric: Red lipstick, no bra?
Donna: Okay, yeah, I did that.

Eric: And, Fez, you sit on the dryer. Okay. This new seating arrangement should really work.
Bob: [enters] There you kids are. I think I finally remembered the punch line to the Italian midget joke.
Kelso: My mom made fish.
Hyde: I gotta register for the draft.
Jackie: Me too.
Eric: I gotta go count my G.I. Joes.
Donna: I'll be in the oven.
Fez: Wow. Tough room.

Donna: Eric, I found these records of yours, and I thought you might want them back.
Hyde: Ah, the unpleasant exchange of possessions after the horrific breakup. Awkward for them, entertaining for us.