[As Fez and Kelso join Red and Kitty for breakfast, Fez grabs the last sausage]
Fez: Too slow, old man.
Kelso: Fez, if you're not polite, he's gonna figure out you're living here.
Red: You're living here?
Kelso: Oh, great. You blew it, Fez.
Kitty: Red, he has nowhere else to go.
Red: Well, know this, Pele... you gotta sleep sometime. And during the war, when they were sleeping, that's when I got them. [exits]
Kitty: That wasn't too bad. He called you Pele. He is a terrific soccer player.

Eric: Wait a second. This mean I'm the loser of the group now?
Kelso: You're the one that's still living with your mommy.
Eric: Man, you're still living with your mommy.
Kelso: Not for long. Me and Fez are looking for apartments. Then the only time I'll see my mom is when she's doing my laundry, cooking my meals, taking me to the dentist.

Jackie: Eric, I feel kind of bad. You wouldn't even be thinking about this kind of stuff if you weren't caught in the blinding light of my bright future.
Fez: You know, the scary thing is, if one year went by this fast, imagine where Eric is gonna be in 10 years.
[fantasy: "Eric's Crappy Future Ten Years Later":]
Eric: Thanks for going with me to the Star Trek convention, Uhura.
Donna: You can call me Donna now.
[reality:]
Kelso: That's good, Fez, but I think it's gonna be more like this.
[fantasy:]
Eric: Thanks for going with me to the Star Wars convention, Leia.
Donna: You can call me Donna now.
[reality:]
Hyde: No, man. You're both wrong. Actually, it's gonna go like this.
[fantasy:]
Eric: Thanks for going with me to the Star Wars convention, Leia.
Kitty: You can call me Mom now.
[reality:]
Eric: Whoa.
Donna: Eric, they're joking around. It's funny.
Eric: No, Donna, it's not funny. In fact... It's completely possible!