Kitty: Now, Red, honey I don't think that you're really mad at Marty, I think you are just going through one of the five stages of dealing with death.
Red: What are you talking about?
Kitty: There are five stages: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance.
Red: Kitty, I've got two stages: anger and drinking.

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.