Fez: You know, I have been called many names since coming to this country, but I have never been treated like that before.
Kelso: Look, Fez unfortunately, there are some people in this world that are gonna judge you on the color of your skin or your funny accent, or that girlie little way you run. But you know what? You're not alone. Why do you think the Martians won't land here? 'Cause they're green, and they know people are gonna make fun of 'em.
Fez: You said it, brother. I just wish there were someplace in the world where prejudice didn't exist.
Kelso: [chuckles] Well, that's Canada. Yup. Good old Canada. They don't make generalizations about people 'cause they're too busy playing hockey or getting drunk or putting maple syrup on their ham.

Eric: Hey. I-l-I heard a scary noise.
Red: Good God. Are you nude?
Eric: No. I'm wearing my toga. [clattering]
Kitty: There it is again.
Eric: That's it. I'm getting my bat.
Red: All right. Calm down. It's probably just Steven trying to sneak out.
Kitty: What if it's not Steven? What if the burglar has Steven?
Red: Well, then we'll try to talk him into taking Eric too.
Eric: Okay. Let's do this.
Red: Look at him. Bare-assed and holding a plastic bat. That's your son, Kitty.

Fez: Guys, I don't know what's going on with Nina. I keep asking to meet her parents, but she keeps making excuses.
Kelso: It's probably the same reason I won't let you meet my parents. She's afraid you're gonna say something weird and embarrass her.
Fez: Oh, please. I'm a hot-looking, smooth-talking, frisky-assed son-of-a-bitch.
Eric: Hey, Fez. Right there. That's, like- That's, like, a really weird thing to say.