Donna: I love this ring. You know, I wish we could tell people that we're engaged. You know, without Red killing you.
Eric: Red kills happy things. It's what he does. Let's just enjoy the fact that someday you are going to be Mrs. Forman.
Donna: Mrs. Forman? [laughs] You want me to go by Mrs. Forman?
Eric: Well, yeah, I just assumed. I mean, come on. [laughs] Pinciotti? Which is nice. No. Which is really nice.
Kitty: [enters] Eric? Eric? Honey could you get the Thanksgiving turkey out of the freezer? Oh, wait. It's a 20-pounder. Donna. Could you get the Thanksgiving turkey out of the freezer? [exits]
Donna: Sure, Mrs. Forman. See? There's your Mrs. Forman.
Eric: Okay. Yeah, you know. [clears throat] You're right. That's gonna be a little creepy.
Donna: Well, now I kinda like it. Call me Mrs. Forman.
Eric: No.
Donna: Mrs. Forman's feeling dirty.
Eric: Okay, Donna-
Donna: Come on. Give Mrs. Forman a big French kiss!

Hyde: So, Thanksgiving. We celebrate the subjugation of an indigenous people with yams and Underdog floats.
Jackie: Yeah. I'm mostly celebrating my pretty new dress.
Hyde: And so much for talking.

Hyde: Oh, hey, Red. Do me a favor. Sign this, huh? My gym teacher's failing me 'cause I won't wear shorts.
Red: Why won't you wear shorts?
Hyde: Would you wear shorts?
Red: Fine.
Hyde: Thank you.