Kitty: Okay, let's see, where to start? Well, your father and I were furious when we caught you boys in that smoky basement. The minute you left for the airport, we went down there to do what the Feds call "a sweep."
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Kitty: How dare you boys smoke up my house when you know how hard I work to keep it smelling lemony fresh!
Red: You morons just hung vacancy signs on your asses, and my foot's looking for a room!

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Red: Two bags?
Hyde: I've never seen those before in my life. Your son has a real problem!
Red: Kitty, I want you to take this garbage and flush it down the toilet.
Kitty: I am just glad that we caught you boys before this became an everyday thing.
Red: Is that all of it?
Hyde: Yes, sir, that's all of it.
Fez: Now there is nothing left for us to do but to smoke Candy Land. I mean, I mean, play Candysmoke. [Red finds a baggy in the game] I mean... Ay, no.

Bob: Oh, hey, Kitty. I need to borrow some butter or oil. Pretty much anything greasy.
Kitty: Are you cooking?
Bob: Nope, tanning. Hey, what's up with the tape recorder?
Kitty: Oh, I'm making a tape to send to Eric. Here, say hi!
Donna: Don't give him the microphone.
Bob: [sings] What's new, pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa What's new, pussycat... [Donna grabs the microphone]
Fez: Hey, Donna. Boo. Boo.
Donna: Dad, just say something normal.
Bob: Normal doesn't put asses in the seats, Donna.
Donna: For the last time, there are no seats anywhere around you!