Red: Hey, Donna. Come here and take a look at this sewing table. It's even got a cup-holder, like Kitty asked. You know, that Randy is a pretty sharp kid. He build this thing in two days. The only thing Eric ever made was this crappy birdhouse.
Donna: Oh, yeah. He was always too afraid to use the drill so he just painted the hole on there.
Red: Yeah, and one by one, an entire family of bluebirds flew to their deaths. [puts birdhouse in trash can]
Donna: Mr. Forman, what would you think if I hypothetically, possibly, maybe started dating a new guy?
Red: I'd say I think you can do whatever the hell you want. My dumbass son broke up with you. You gotta have your own life. I have absolutely no problem with you dating Randy.
Donna: What, you know about that?
Red: Oh, come on. Your eyes nearly popped out of your head when you saw him in that tool belt.
Donna: Okay, cool. It really means a lot to me that you guys are okay with this.
Red: No, no, no. Wait, no. I'm okay. For the love of God, don't tell Kitty. I'd have to make her a bigger cup-holder!