Donna: So my parents are fighting all the time and they want me to choose sides. But I can't because they're both idiots. I don't know. I mean, I really think they're gonna get a divorce.
Jackie: Oh, my God, Donna, I am so sorry. But you know what? That very thing happened to a good friend of mine and now she has twice as much stuff, twice as much clothes, and her parents even fought over who got to buy her a car.
Donna: I mean, you're right, Jackie. This whole divorce thing could actually work to my advantage.
Jackie: Exactly.
Donna: Yeah, I just have to make it very clear that my love is contingent on how much they buy me.
Jackie: Why am I even talking to you about this? You have a great handle on it.
Donna: Excuse me, um, Jackie, when exactly did you lose your soul?
Jackie: Um... cheerleading camp.

Fez: It is popping. Help me. It is popping in my mouth.
Jackie: Fez, they're Pop Rocks, okay? That's what they do. They pop.
Kelso: Jackie, you know what would be cool to do with these in your mouth?
Eric: Oh, Donna, look, everyone's here. And I thought we'd be all alone. Phew.
Fez: Oh, I get it. They want to make out.
Kelso: [gives Eric the Pop Rocks] Psst. For her pleasure.

Bull: Hey, Red, I noticed in the paper that your plant's closing down.
Red: Yeah, you can't compete with those damn foreign cars. I tell you, if I'd seen this coming I'd have shot a little straighter during the war.

Red: I want a big TV. A big one.
Eric: This one's on sale.
Red: That's last year's model. And my TV's gonna be new.
Hyde: What about that one?
Red: No remote. My TV's gotta have a remote. Oh, look at this. Twenty-six-inch screen. I didn't even know they made them that big.
Eric: Dad, your old TV wasn't that big.
Red: No. But my new TV's gonna be that big.

Hyde: Wow. Thanks, Mrs. Forman. You know, we never had waffles at my house. My mom always said a waffle iron was a luxury. Like, uh, pillow cases or not getting hit.

Kitty: Steven, would you like maple syrup or blueberry syrup?
Hyde: You have syrup? Man, I love it here.
Eric: And we love having you here, man. You're like the brother I never had. I mean, I have a sister, but I hate her. So, this is great.

Kitty: Oh, okay. Now, here I brought you a sandwich to help you study.
Hyde: Oh, thanks, Mrs. Forman.
Kitty: Eric, Steven is studying. Don't bother him. Why don't you and Donna go up to your bedroom?
Eric: Okay.
Kitty: I mean, no. No. Bad idea. Just go outside to a well-lit supervised area and talk politely like decent young adults.
Eric: Gee whiz, that sounds super, Mom.

Kelso: Okay, you're done cleaning the garage. Let's play some ball.
Hyde: Hang on, man. I gotta take out the trash.
Kelso: You know, Hyde, seeing you work hard and take pride in what you do I lost a lot of respect for you, man.
Fez: You used to be my hero. My lazy American hero.

Eric: Don't listen to them, Hyde. I think it's great you're doing all my chores.
Red: Whoa, Eric, great job on the garage.
Eric: Thanks. [off Hyde's look] Hyde did it.
Red: Yeah, I should have known. It's actually clean. Nice going.
Hyde: Thanks, Red.
[After Red gives Hyde some money, Eric holds out his hand]
Red: What did you do?
Eric: I... love you.
Red: Well, I love you, too. [shakes Eric's hand and walks away]

Eric: You almost done there, Hazel?
Kelso: [laughs] See, that's funny 'cause Hazel is a maid.
Fez: Or you could have called him Alice, too.
Hyde: Shut up, Fez.
Fez: So, pretty tough with that scrubber in your hand, huh?