Principal: So let me tell you another thing Mr. or Mrs. Punk. Protesting accomplishes nothing.
[A light comes on above Hyde's head, literally]
Principal: Oh, sure, you might see a chance to prove your manhood or show you're cool...
[A light comes on above Eric's head]
Principal: ...but this is our President. Our President, darn it! So no shenanigans, you hear me?
[A light comes on above Kelso's head]
Principal: And if that's your kind of attitude you might just as well go home right now.
[As the exit sign above his head is illuminated, Fez walks out of the auditorium]

Kelso: Man, deviled eggs. Are these for anybody?
Jackie: Hi, Daddy. Hi, Mr. Pinciotti.
Mr. Burkhart: Hi, kitten. Now, look, we're talking about adult stuff here. Why don't you and your friend head up to your room?
[Jackie and Kelso eagerly run off to her bedroom]

Bob: So, of course, I thought of you. We'd like you to ask President Ford a question. [Kitty squeals] So what do you say to that?
Red: I say, no, thank you, and I want my crescent wrench back.
Kitty: I'll do it.
Bob: No, you keep working on your pies. [Kitty clips together the garden shears and exits] Just imagine, Red, you, the little guy get to have your opinions heard by the most powerful man in America. Take advantage of this opportunity.
[An exterior light on the house turns on above Red's head]
Red: Turn that light off.
Eric: Sorry.

Hyde: Look, guys, we gotta do something that says we will not pay homage to a corrupt electoral system.
Fez: I know. A bloody coup.
Hyde: That's good, but we're looking for something great. Something that would make our founding fathers proud, man, you know?
Kelso: Let's streak!
Hyde: Bingo!
Kelso: Yeah! I've always wanted to do that just run buck naked through a sea of people. Be free and shake it around. All right, who's in?
Fez: Will people be chasing us with torches and pointy sticks?
Kelso: No.
Fez: Then I am in.

Kelso: Eric? Are you in?
Eric: Streaking. I'm- Don't get me wrong, I'm completely pro-nudity, but I think my dad might kill me, and I'm anti-being killed.

Bob: Pretty snazzy?
Donna: Looking good, Dad.
Bob: I got one for you, too.
Midge: We're gonna wear them to meet the President.
Donna: No. No way.
Bob: Honey, you're missing the big picture. Let me go get the other jumpsuits. You'll see.

Hyde: So, Forman, the rally's tonight, man. What's your decision?
Kelso: Yeah, are you gonna streak or not?
Donna: Don't pressure him.
Eric: No, I've been doing some thinking, and I'm in.
Hyde: All right.
Donna: Well, you're gonna look like a bunch of idiots.
Kelso: A bunch of naked idiots.
Eric: Thanks, Kelso. Look, we must keep this quiet. It can't go beyond this table. If my father finds out what we have planned, he will nail me to the wall.
[Church music plays]
Jackie: Why are you all sitting on one side of the table? Huh?
[Church music continues over a still image of Eric and friends cast in "The Last Supper"]

Kitty: Okay, now. Make way for my Presidential pies. See? Cherry, mock apple, blueberry. See that? Red, white, and blue. It's like the beginning to Love, American Style in pie. Look. Lookit. See, honey, you're not looking.
Red: Yeah, pie.

Eric: Dad. Mr. Pinciotti wanted me to give you this.
Red: What is it?
Eric: It's your question for President Ford.
Red: But I'm working on my question for President Ford.
Eric: Right. Well, this is the one the committee made up for you.
Red: "What has been your favorite parade?" This is asinine.
Kitty: Macy's?
Eric: Oh, no contest.
Kitty: Right.

Hyde: Okay, when the President starts his speech here, I'll blow my Oscar Mayer whistle and we go.
Eric: Did you write, "I hate the fuzz" on your butt?
Hyde: Yeah. Donna, here's your lipstick back.
Donna: Keep it.