Bob: Hey. I heard Eric got suspended.
Red: Yeah, and we're all real proud.
Bob: I'll tell you what, Red. I think Donna's been having trouble because Eric's a bad influence.
Red: Could be. But did you ever think the way you and Midge act like idiots, that might be screwing her up?
Bob: Nope. I'm pretty sure it's Eric.
Red: Well, that's kind of stupid, Bob.
Bob: Well, I guess the truth hurts.
Red: So does a swift kick in the ass.
Bob: All right. I'm going. But a swift kick in the ass is not the solution to everything, Forman.
Red: I gotta disagree, Bob.

Fez: I'm nervous.
Hyde: Don't be nervous. You'll get sweaty.
Fez: Oh, no. Too late. I can't help it. This is my first official American date.
Hyde: That's why I'm here, Fez. To help you out, man. Unless they're uggos, and then I'm gone.
Fez: There they are, and they're not even uggos.
Hyde: No, they're hot. And the blonde's blonde and hot.
Fez: Yes, and since I set us up on this date, she's mine, right?
Hyde: Well, I can see why you'd think that, but actually, since I came along to help you out, American custom dictates that I get the blonde.
Fez: Once again, the local custom bones the foreign guy.
Hyde: America, man. Love it or leave it.

Bob: Oh, hi, honey. Your mom and I are going out tonight. It's happy hour at Swingles.
Donna: What's Swingles?
Bob: It's a singles' bar.
Midge: No, it's a swingers' bar.
Bob: Yeah, it's both.
Donna: And you're neither.
Bob: Don't get involved, Donna. This is grown-up stuff.