Eric: Okay, Donna, I'm ready for my going-away present. Yahoo.
Donna: [o.s.] All right, here I come.
[Donna walks out dressed as Princess Leia]
Eric: Holy Mother of Skywalker.
Donna: You can do whatever you want to Princess Leia. Her force field is down.
Eric: Donna, this is the best... Wait a second, Leia doesn't have a force field. She... Oh, you know what? I'm too excited to quibble.

Eric: Wow, so, it's like, I can do anything I want? Can I touch your buns?
Donna: What? You wanna touch my butt?
Eric: No, not those buns. You know, the buns.
Donna: Eric, that seems kind of weird.
Eric: Yeah. You know what? That is, like, a little weird. Maybe I'll just rub my face up against one of them?
Donna: Okay.
Eric: [rubs face against Donna's hair] Leia. Oh, Leia.
Bob: [o.s.] Donna, meet me downstairs for fried shrimp in T-minus 20 seconds. Wear an old shirt. These things are greasy.
Donna: Wow, that's almost enough to take you right out of the moment, huh?
Eric: Okay, Donna. From now on, the only thing I'd like you to say is, "Use the force, Eric."
Donna: Okay, that seems kind of...
Eric: Donna.
Donna: Use the force, Eric.

Eric: Fire! Fire!
[As Donna runs onto the driveway in her Princess Leia costume, Eric runs out in his underwear with a stormtrooper helmet on.]
Red: What the hell is on your head?
Eric: I'm still wearing the helmet, aren't I?
Bob: What did you do to my daughter?
Eric: Nothing. I was a perfect gentleman. I just squeezed her buns.
Kitty: I suggested a photograph, not a go-go dance from outer space.

Donna: Sorry my present didn't work out.
Eric: Well... I mean, we are alone now. And I think I know exactly what might get you back in the mood. A little romantic music. [dramatic instrumental music plays] Where were we? Oh, yes, you were a prisoner aboard the Death Star. And I am the only stormtrooper with the keys to your laser chastity belt.
Donna: [chuckles] That's in the movie?
Eric: Donna, it's implicit.
Donna: God, I'm gonna miss you, Eric.
Eric: I'm sorry. What was that?
Donna: [sighs] Use the force, Eric.

Bob: Everyone out of the house! I used too much oil in the Fry Baby. The whole kitchen's filled with smoke.
Kitty: Bob? Bob, are you okay?
Bob: Yeah, I'm fine, but my shrimp are ruined. So I'm gonna have to eat with you guys. I hope you're making something good, Kitty.

Charlie: Good morning, Mr. Forman.
Red: Charlie, didn't recognize you without your schoolgirl skirt. Why don't you go drink another warehouse full of beer? Then you can get out of those uncomfortable boy things. [exits]
Eric: Wow, he came in here, just attacked you and completely ignored me. You must be the one the prophet spoke of.
Charlie: Man, I really got off on the wrong foot with your dad. Ah, it'll blow over. How long could he stay mad at a kid, right? [Eric laughs] You know what? Later on, I'm gonna find him and apologize. I'm sure he'll understand.
Eric: Yeah. Hey, if you're looking for a good conversation starter, just say we were probably wrong to go into Vietnam.

Kitty: Here's your breakfast, Charlie. Oh, Eric, I didn't realize you still lived here. I thought you left for Africa.
Eric: No, I've been sitting here for, like, 10 minutes.
Kitty: Then you better get going or you're gonna be late for Africa.
Eric: Okay, I get it, Mom. You're trying to make me feel bad about leaving.
Kitty: Oh, are you still here? I thought you were in Africa.

Eric: So, my mom's doing this whole passive-aggressive guilt thing about me going to Africa, which basically just consists of her saying the word "Africa" a lot.
Donna: Well, I believe that if you want someone to know how you feel, it's better to use the direct approach, like this. Don't go to Africa, dill hole. [punches Eric's arm]
Eric: Ow.

Eric: So, Hyde, speaking of annoying women who hit, have you heard anything from Jackie?
Hyde: Nope. That's fine by me, man. I mean, who does she think she is, giving me an ultimatum? "Marry me or I'm moving to Chicago." And then she takes off before I even give her an answer.
Eric: Well, what's the big deal, man? I mean, she pretty much let you off the hook.
Donna: Yeah. I mean, you were gonna say no anyway, unless... Oh, my God! You were gonna say yes.
Hyde: No. What? No.
Eric: Oh, my God. You were gonna marry her.
Donna: You were gonna marry her because you love her. [makes kissing sounds]
Eric: [as Hyde] "Hey, Jackie, you're everything this poor little orphan boy ever needed."
Donna: [as Jackie] "Oh, my God. I really am."
Eric: [as Hyde] "Oh, my God."
Hyde: Hey, I don't love her. You know what love is? Love is for losers who are too afraid to be alone.
Eric: Oh, no, you're thinking of kittens.

Eric: Hey, so, I gotta go. I'm gonna go wrap your going-away present.
Donna: Eric, you're the one going away. You didn't have to get me anything.
Eric: Yeah, well, I knew you were gonna get me something, and I didn't want this to be awkward again like, you know, Christmas.
Donna: Well, I did get you something. [Eric runs inside] Oh, crap, I didn't get him anything. He leaves in three days.
Hyde: Oh, well, why don't you just get him an ultimatum? It's free. You don't have to wrap it. It'll totally make him wish he was dead.
Donna: Yeah. Well, it's between that or one of those shirts that makes him look all muscley.