Red: So, I guess this is the way an immature, engaged, high school dumbass with no car, no job and no money trims the hedges.
Hyde: That was like eight burns in one sentence.
Donna: An octo-burn. Let's get the hell out of here.

Red: You think my problem is my own son? My son is a fine young man.
Eric: Wow, Dad, you don't have...
Red: Shut up, dumbass. You know less about my family than you do about football! Which isn't saying much, since you dropped every pass that came near you! And let me tell you something else. When a real Packer hurts his leg, he stuffs his kneecap back in and keeps on running!
Eric: That's what this little mushroom would have done.

Hyde: Man, I can't fire Leo. He's like a father to me. Well, like a friend. Well, he's like a guy who's always got a lighter.

Hyde: Oh, man, it's starting to come back to me. I remember seeing a cross and an altar. But I thought I was having that Exorcist dream again.

Kitty: Oh, Steven, you look like you're about to throw up. Here, use Eric's "whoopsie" basin. Aim for the Snoopy.