Bob: How you doing, kid?
Donna: Fine. I don't know. Scared.
Bob: Just know that whether you're pregnant or not, you're still my little girl. I support you.
Donna: Thanks, Dad.
Bob: But if you are pregnant, don't let Red touch the baby. He thinks he's tickling, but he just pokes. Trust me, I know from experience.
Donna: Well, Dad, maybe Red wasn't trying to tickle you. Maybe he was trying to poke you.
Bob: Why would Red poke me?
Donna: Why would he tickle you?

Kelso: What would a French girl do that an American girl would think is gross?
Fez: It could be anything. They eat snails.
Eric: Hey, maybe it's foot stuff.
Hyde: Foot stuff? What would you do to a foot?
Eric: I don't know, like, lick it or something?
Hyde: What is wrong with you?
Kelso: What are you, some kind of foot-licker?
Eric: No! I wouldn't lick. I would get licked. Oh, God! Why did I say that?

Fez: The point is that I don't want anything you gave me.
Kelso: I never gave you my yo-yo.
Fez: So I took it. And I tangled the string, too. Let's see you walk the dog now, you son of a bitch.