Hyde: So you grew up with Fez, huh? You know, we've been wondering something for a long time. Where the hell are you guys from?
Fez: Um, isn't it obvious?
Donna: Okay, just tell us what's the name of your country?
Andrew Davis: Well, that depends on whether you ask the British or the Dutch.
Hyde: Okay, so what if we ask the British?
Andrew Davis: Oh, no, no, no, no! They wouldn't tell you. They hate us.
Hyde: So, what if we ask the Dutch?
Fez: Oh, who can understand a word they say?

Kitty: Okay, well, the house is all set. Mr. and Mrs. Dubois should be here any minute.
Red: Dubois? Kitty, I don't want Germans moving in here!
Kitty: I think they're French.
Red: Yes, and if they buy the house, they'll give it up to the first German who knocks at the door.
Kitty: Okay, well, I have to get to work. Are you sure you can show this house by yourself?
Red: Kitty, I showed a Japanese soldier the inside of his own stomach, I think I can show a house.

Kitty: [P.O.V.] Oh, hello there, I'm Kitty Forman. I'm so excited to show you my home. Okay, now, this is the living room where I have spent many happy hours. Not "happy hours" like at a bar. [laughs] Although, I would be lying if I said I didn't try to start that up around here. No, but I have spent many wonderful times with the kids in here. Before they moved so very far away. Oh, sad! Okay, follow me. And this is my kitchen. And this is the table where Eric would do his homework and Laurie would do her nails. You know, some people used to call her a tramp but that's not fair, there is nothing wrong with being friendly. You know, I guess the four of us will never sit here together again. Okay, let's move on. Now, this is the dining room where we'd have all our special dinners and Red's mother used to always tell me my pot roast was too dry. But what does she know, she's in hell now. [laughs] You know, I always thought that I would serve dinner to my grandchildren in here. Oh, my gosh, I'm just choking up. Okay and here, okay, this is the den. Oh... And these are the marks on the wall where we measured the kids' height when they were growing up. But you'll probably... You'll just, you know, paint over this. You unfeeling bastards! Yeah! You will get this house when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers. Oh, in fact, let me show you one more thing, the door!