Eric: Donna, we don't talk about things in the Forman family. It's not like your house, where every time you have a "feeling", your dad gives you a big hug and a gold star.
Donna: I'm just trying to help you here.
Eric: Well, I don't- Talking isn't gonna help me, okay? What's gonna help me is, like, drinking.
Donna: Well, now you're just being stupid.
Hyde: [enters] Hey, Forman, let's go get wasted.
Donna: Great.
Eric: See? Hyde's a real friend. He's gonna help me get through my grandma's death.
Hyde: Your grandma's dead? Oh, man. Let's go get wasted.

Kitty: Oh, here, Bernice, I made you a plate of leftovers.
Bernice: Thank you. Oh, that reminds me, Red, my garbage disposal is still broken.
Kitty: Well, just as long as you enjoy it.
Bernice: Listen, I've got an idea. Let's eat out next Sunday. That way everybody can get something they like.
Eric: Okay, Grandma, time to get you home.
Red: Eric, you gotta warm that car up for at least 10 minutes.
Bernice: Oh, he's a good boy. It's just a shame he doesn't have a better home life. You know, Kitty, when I was raising children, the right way- [Kitty closes the car door]
Red: That's warm enough, Eric.
Eric: But you just said-
Red: Show me tail lights.

Bernice: Turn off that beatnik music. Watch the road. You don't like it when I come to visit.
Eric: Yes, I do. I really do.
Bernice: You're a filthy liar. You didn't learn to lie from my Red. That came from your mother.
Eric: See, Grandma, that's the problem right there, okay? Every time you come to my house, you spend the whole day criticizing my mom.
Bernice: I tell it like it is.
Red: Okay, Grandma, then here's how it is. You're very nasty. And I don't see why you have to be so hateful. I don't think being nice for a whole day would kill you. Grandma? Grandma?
[After Bernice slumps over on Eric's shoulder, he turns the car and she slumps forward onto the dashboard]
Eric: Oh. Oh, God.