Red: Bob, I'm sorry that I said that your idea is stupid.
Kitty: And?
Red: And... The next time you have a stupid idea, I'll just keep my mouth shut.
Bob: You know what, Red? I really don't give a damn what you think. All these years I've had to put up with you cutting me down, calling me dumbass. Well, guess what? You're the dumbass! You're nothing but a cranky [bleep] who thinks his [bleep] don't stink, so you can blow it out your [bleep] ass! What? What, you want to hit me? Go ahead, you bald [bleep]. Yeah, go ahead, do it! I'm not afraid of you. In fact, I'll kick your bony [bleep] ass right now!
Red: Bob, you've got some nerve! Good for you! It's about time you stuck up for yourself and acted like a man.
Bob: I'm sorry, Red, it just slipped out. [hugs Red]

Hyde: Damn, man, that was harsh.
Fez: Yeah. It must have been my Jamaican Fire.
Hyde: So, you're from Jamaica?
Fez: No, Jamaican Fire. It's my new cologne.

Red: You were in Florida?
Bob: Yeah, I was gone for three weeks. You didn't notice?
Red: I just figured my migraine medicine was working.