Red: So, I guess this is the way an immature, engaged, high school dumbass with no car, no job and no money trims the hedges.
Hyde: That was like eight burns in one sentence.
Donna: An octo-burn. Let's get the hell out of here.

Fez: Ah, we've been here for, like, an hour. We've only moved, like, two feet.
Kelso: You think the lines at the D.M.V. are long? You should see the free clinic. Now, there's a wait.
Hyde: Man, you've been to the free clinic?
Kelso: No. Oh, but I did see your mom there. Burn! [Hyde punches Kelso's arm] [chuckles] That's gonna leave a mark. Just like your mom did! [laughs]

Eric: Oh, Mom. Oh, my god, Mom. I had her in my sights. I mean, she was right in the cross hairs.
Kitty: Oh, honey... You know I love you and your sister equally. But if you ever get an opportunity again, for God's sake, pull the trigger.

Fez: Excuse me, may I please have a hickey, please?
Donna: No.
Fez: Please?
Donna: No!
Fez: Jackie?
Jackie: No!
Fez: Please?
Jackie: No!
Fez: So, the two of you do things to please your man. Well, Fez is a man. Why do you not please him? Why?

Donna: So, here we are... together... again.
Midge: Yeah. I'm just loving the time we spend together, Donna. In my new book, Our Mothers, Ourselves, it says we're supposed to be friends. We should talk to each other and listen. Your stupid father never listens.
Donna: Is there anything in your book about not insulting my father?
Midge: Oh, I don't know, I only read the first chapter. Okay, no more talking about your father. So, how do you like the clogs I bought you?
Donna: Oh, they're awesome.
Midge: Oh, good, 'cause your father's an ass!