Red: Okay, Kitty. I'm gonna cook you a romantic dinner. So, you go put on something pretty and I'll warm up the toaster oven.
Kitty: Oh, wow. Dinner from the toaster oven. [laughs] Well, whoop-de-do. I'll put on my fancy dress.
Red: Okay. I'm gonna work on Plan B.
Kitty: Oh, I would.

Kelso: Look, Pam, I'm really sorry about what happened again. I must have the flu or something.
Pam Macy: Well, it's not like any flu I've ever heard of.
Kelso: Well, there's lots of kinds of flu, Pam! I'm sorry.
Pam Macy: Oh, well, don't take it so hard. Oops. Sorry.
Kelso: Look, just don't tell anybody, okay?
Pam Macy: Oh, Flopsy, I'm not gonna tell anybody. I'm gonna tell everybody.

Red: Eric!
Eric: Dad?!
Donna: [giggles] Hey, it's Big Red.
Red: Son of a bitch!

Kitty: Oh, no, no. No, no. I didn't order this.
Waiter: Oh, uh, it was ordered by a Mr. Red Forman.
Kitty: Oh, my gosh. This must have been his surprise. Oh! Flowers, champagne. Cashews. The most expensive nut, you know. Oh, dear, sweet Red. I have to go see him. Are you feeling better?
Donna: No.
Kitty: Okay, good. Nighty-night.