Red: Donna's back on the radio, maybe she'll mention my shop again.
Donna: [on radio] Okay, now it's time for a new segment on my show. What's on your mind, Hot Donna? When I agreed to promote the Forman & Son calendar, I had no idea that it was just pages of half-naked women straddling drive shafts. Which is wrong. Wrong, because cars get very hot. So if they were to do these things, they would easily burn their thighs. That's right. Forman & Son Mufflers is promoting the burning of women.
Red: What is she talking about?
Donna: [on radio] Now, I would call for a boycott, but girls never go down to these places, so I call for a going-down-there- and-yelling-at-them... cot.
Red: Oh, great. Now I've gotta go back down to the shop before those hairy-ass feminists tear the place down.

Eric: Hey, Fez, you're the candy expert in these parts. Okay, do you think I'm a Twizzler?
Fez: Well, you're no Hershey's Special Dark like your friend Fez.
Eric: Okay, well, then how do I un-Twizzle myself?
Fez: Well, you need to become richer, more chocolaty. I don't know, just show Donna who's boss. Take her like a man.
Eric: I tried that once in bed, but all I got was a sprained wrist. FYI, advice in Playboy, not always practical if you can't overpower your woman.

Donna: Mr. Forman, Mrs. Forman really yelled at me. And I feel bad about what I said on the radio and I'd like to apologize.
Red: Don't worry about it. People have been coming in non-stop since you talked about the calendars.
Donna: I cannot believe all the disgusting perverts in this town... who listen to my show. Hey, pervs, I'm Hot Donna. Dad? You're with the pervs?
Bob: I'm just here to support Red.
Donna: I see that calendar. Put it down.
Bob: No, I won't put it down. You're the kid and I'm the dad, and I will have my fantasy ladies.
Donna: Fine, Dad, but you won't have my respect.
Bob: One more woman who doesn't respect me. That camel's back broke long ago.

Donna: [on the radio] Okay, this is Hot Donna back at the mic...
Eric: [enters booth] I'm a Twizzler? [knocks stuff off desk] I'm a Twizzler? Uh-uh. I'm a man.
[meanwhile, Red and Kitty are listening to the radio in their kitchen:]
Eric: [on radio] Now you put on "Free Bird" 'cause we're gonna do it for 13 minutes.

Kitty: Okay, I've got my candles, I've got my bubbles, and I've got my soothing, spiritual, Judas Priest music. [heavy metal music blares]

Angie Barnett: I think we have a really big shoplifting problem. I just did inventory and there are 30 records missing.
Hyde: Oh, Angie, I forgot to tell you, I moved those to the annex, otherwise known as my house.

Jackie: Fez, just tell me your secret.
Fez: Just kiss me.
Jackie: I'm not doing that.
Fez: Then I'm not telling you my secret.
Jackie: Just tell me.
Fez: Just kiss me.
Jackie: Ugh!

Donna: [on the radio] And now, "Love You Inside Out" by the Bee Gees, going out to Jackie Burkhart from Steven Hyde.
Jackie: Oh, see now, Steven loves me and wants everyone to know it.
Donna: [on the radio] Requested by Jackie Burkhart.

Donna: Okay, Fez, I'll play you one more game. But just so you know, this "honk, honk" is a foul.

Angie Barnett: Here's the thing. I don't know if you guys have noticed, but I'm kind of, you know...
Fez: Bitchy?
Angie Barnett: I was gonna say "uptight," but fine. I never relax and laugh, and with Michael that's all we do. Except for the sex. Although I did laugh, you know, during. Actually, it was more of a giggle of appreciation.
Donna: Okay. I'm not sure you know what you're getting yourself into. Kelso has a baby with another woman.
Angie Barnett: Yeah, he told me.
Donna: Damn. I thought that would run you off for sure.
Fez: Let me try. I'm the master at running girls off. You think he's good in bed, huh? How do you think he got that good? Practice, practice, practice. Cheerleader, cheerleader, cheerleader's mother.