Red: Oh, Kitty, don't tell Eric that we're coming home. If he's doing something wrong, and we both know he is, it's important that I catch him.
Kitty: Why?
Red: Because it gives me pleasure.

Fez: I'm Red, dumbass. Where are my muffins, dumbass?
Hyde: [answers phone] Forman residence. Dr. Hook speaking.
Fez: Who is it, dumbass?
Kitty: Steven, honey, it's Mrs. Forman.
Hyde: Oh, hey, Mrs. Forman.
Fez: [gasps] Mrs. Forman? [takes off hat, hides beers]

Red: Here's the keys to the Corvette. But the only reason I'm giving them to you is so you can move it in case there's a fire.
Eric: And because you trust me.
Red: [chuckles] Right! Now, you know that I'll know if the Corvette's been moved. I've noted its exact position in the garage, the angle of the wheels, and I just might have set a few booby traps.
Eric: I am so lucky to have a daddy who cares enough to set booby traps. Fine. Okay, I get it. The only way I get to drive the Corvette is if there's a fire.
Red: But to the end of the driveway. No further. A fire is no excuse for a joyride.