Donna: Isn't that the girl who sells Slurpees? Why is she saying hi to you?
Eric: I don't know. It's weird. I've never talked to her before. I mean, maybe one time I said, "You're out of spoon straws," but that's it.

Bob: Oh, Red, I'd help you with the boxes, but I don't want to tire myself out. I'm gonna be up all night welcoming Pam to the house.
Kitty: Okay, see you later. Have fun, close your shades.
Hyde: What do we do with these boxes?
Red: Let's just stick them in there.
[When Hyde and Red open the door, Pam is topless]
Pamela: Hi, boys.
[Red runs away and then comes back to grab Hyde]

Donna: Jackie, we need to talk. Eric and I came really close to doing it, and I am so jacked up on hormones, I feel like I could jump the first guy I see.
Mitch: Then look my way, pretty lady.
Donna: Okay, Mitch, you know I love having you around, 'cause you say really nice things about me...
Mitch: Like how the sun pales in radiance to the beauty of your smile?
Donna: Yeah, like that.
Mitch: Yeah.
Donna: But I have to talk to Jackie, and it's girl stuff.
Mitch: Ooh. You're so strong. You make me feel like Jessica Lange in King Kong.

Donna: I can't believe Eric lied to me about that girl. I mean, we're getting married. I should know everything about him. If I have to know that he wore a bathing suit in the tub until he was 12... Yeah, tell everybody. I should know who he dated.
Mitch: That's right, just... Just get it off your chest, Donna. All the rage and the anger and the clothing.
Fez: Hey, hey, hey. There's only room for one creepy pervert in this group, and that's me. Around here, I'm the one who drools over all the ladies.
Mitch: Well, I don't drool over all the ladies, just Donna.
Fez: A specialist, huh? Okay, we'll try it your way.
Donna: Oh, my God. You don't... You don't think Eric and that girl...
Mitch: Made sweet emotional love? Yes, I do.
Fez: I bought many a Slurpee from her. And from what I can tell, she'll do it with anyone.
Donna: Well, did she do it with you?
Fez: No. She has way too much self-respect for that.

Jackie: I am gonna march right in that room and tell my mother there are consequences to her topless actions.
Kitty: And that she needs to start wearing pantyhose. This isn't Las Vegas.
[When Jackie and Kitty open the bedroom door, Bob is drying himself with a towel]
Bob: Whoopsy-doosy.

Donna: Okay, Eric, there's something I need to know. Did you or did you not do it with the Slurpee slut?
Eric: What?
Mitch: Oh, he answered a question with a question. That means he's guilty. Now let's ditch him and carry me out of here.
Eric: Donna, I did not sleep with her.
Donna: Well, you lied to me about her before, so why should I believe you now?
Eric: You don't believe me? Fine. Let me show you what I was doing while you were with Casey.
Hyde: You're gonna go hide in your bedroom and cry?
Kelso: Or you gonna try to write another song again? "Hey, you guys, what rhymes with pain?"
Fez: I love that song. Everyday is like rain when you're in pain.

Mitch: What... So they're back together and everything's fine? That sucks.
Fez: See what happens when you specialize? I can go and make any number of ladies uncomfortable. What can you do?

Jackie: What do you think he meant by, "Whoopsy-doosy"?
Kitty: Not here. Toyota!
[cut to Kitty and Jackie walking out of the kitchen towards the garage:]
Jackie: Oh, I'm so freaked out, Mrs. Forman. I'm gonna have to sleep with the light on.
[Red and Hyde are already in the car]
Kitty: What are you two doing out here?
Red: We were just... [drives off] Uh-oh!