Red: Steven. When are you moving out?
Hyde: Soon.
Red: How's your girlfriend?
Hyde: Shallow as hell.
Red: Job?
Hyde: Dead-end.
Red: Future?
Hyde: Bleak.
Red: Kitty, feed the boy.

Eric: And I have an announcement. Donna and I have decided we're not talking about our relationship anymore.
Fez: Hooray!
Kelso: Bravo!
Hyde: Mazel Tov!
Fez: Finally, we'll have some time to talk about things I want to talk about. Number one, cocoa butter. It doesn't taste like cocoa or butter.

Eric: You know, this whole marriage thing has made me think. Why am I in such a hurry to grow up? You know, life, it's like a train. It's bearing down on you, and guess what? It's gonna hit you. So you can either start running when it's far off in the distance, or you can pull up a chair, crack open a beer, and just watch it come.
Kelso: I did that once.
Eric: No, Kelso, not a real train. A metaphorical one.
Kelso: Like a... Like a ghost train?
Eric: Yes. A ghost train.

Eric: Well, I'm sorry. It's only been a week. It was kind of traumatic, you know? Last night I only slept, like, nine hours.
Kitty: Honey, we just... We want to know what your plans are. I would've waited until next week to ask you, but apparently, some people agree to things and then just do whatever they want.
Red: I've got some questions, I want answers. What are you doing about moving out?
Eric: I don't know.
Red: About Donna?
Eric: I don't know.
Red: Your job?
Eric: I don't know.
Red: Your future?
Eric: Okay, I am gonna go ahead and hit you with an "I don't know."

Bob: Hey, everybody. I think you know my date and former wife, Midge.
Midge: Bob, they know me. It's me, Midge!

Donna: Yes. Exactly. See, we should just hang out. You know, get back in touch with ourselves.
Eric: That sounds dirty. Is it dirty?
Donna: Really, I'm serious. I have a plan.
Eric: You have a plan? Perfect. I need a plan. What's your plan?
Donna: I'm gonna DJ at the radio station full-time, and rededicate myself to feminism.
Eric: At the radio station? Is that... What? Are you gonna play more Heart?
Donna: And other stuff. Maybe some Benatar.
Eric: Wow.
Donna: Whatever. I'm blonde now. I can do what I want.

Eric: Hello.
Red: Oh. What are you doing with that sandwich? I thought that we established that you needed a plan.
Eric: Oh, I've got a plan. Donna is gonna work full-time at the radio station, and rededicate herself to feminism.
Kitty: [scoffs] Feminists. Equal pay's fine, but put a little lipstick on.
Eric: Whatever. Anyway, that's the plan. We came up with it this morning.
Red: That's Donna's plan. What's your plan?
Eric: My plan is to support Donna's plan. [chuckles] Thought you had me there, didn't you?
Red: [takes sandwich] Get out!
Eric: Fine. But know this, I will have my fried chicken.

Red: Okay, Bob, what the hell are you doing up on your roof?
Bob: Hiding from my girlfriends. This afternoon, we were all talking about our favorite juices. Pam said her favorite juice was cranberry. Midge said she liked apple. To avoid trouble, I said my favorite was CranApple. They viewed that as cheating, and now I'm on the roof.
Red: Kitty and I think that you should choose between Pam and Midge. And when I say Kitty and I, I mean, just Kitty. And when I say choose between Pam and Midge, I mean, choose Pam.
Bob: It's tough. I really love Pam. But Midge is Donna's mother. How can I turn my back on that?
Red: Look, just give me a name. I gotta take something back to Kitty.
Bob: So don't go home, stay here.
Red: I'm not gonna spend the day hiding on the roof like a damn pigeon.
Bob: I got beer.
Red: Well, it is peaceful up here.

Jackie: Hey, Fez, I think I have something in my eye.
Fez: [gasps] Is it Donna's engagement ring?
Jackie: No, no, it's too big for that.
Hyde: Hey, maybe we should get some doctors' masks, so we don't accidentally inhale Donna's ring.
Eric: Okay, okay. Donna, you thought the engagement ring was big enough, right? [Donna is silent]
Kelso: Burn!
Donna: I didn't say anything.
Kelso: So say something.
Donna: It could've been bigger.
Kelso: Burn!

Eric: What?
Red: I'm starting to notice something about you. You're still here!
Kitty: What your father means is, you haven't seemed like yourself since you called off the wedding.
Red: No. What I mean is, get out!