Eric: Hey, Moby Dick called. He wants his shrimp back.
Donna: It's those hilarious jokes that I miss so much since we broke up.
Eric: So, uh should I get us some punch or- Wait. Do you get the punch? Oh, no. How do we get the punch?
Donna: Eric, stop it. You're being an ass.
Eric: Well, why don't you just, you know, get over it?
Donna: I only said that because I wanna be friends again. I mean, I wish we could pretend that we were never boyfriend and girlfriend and just, you know, be friends.
Eric: Donna, it's hard. It's not like being friends with Hyde, okay? I haven't, you know... touched his fun parts... Well, on purpose.
Donna: We used to have a lot fun together.
Eric: Yeah. Just like there used to be shrimp in the world.

Red: What the hell is wrong with you?
Eric: Okay, you hurt my arm.
Red: She was a real looker. And for some reason she talked to you. Now go get her.
Eric: What? No. Dad, Donna's here.
Red: Well, Donna's off having fun while you're sitting here being a big lump.
Eric: Okay, first of all you are way too involved with my life, okay? And second of all, Donna's not having fun. She's in the bathroom. [Red points to Donna chatting with a group of guys] That's not the bathroom.
Red: Now, go talk to that girl before she comes to her senses and wants nothing to do with you. Oh, God. Your mother's doing shots with Gladys from Housewares. Kitty, put it down.

Kitty: Well, I will say this about Price Mart. They have wonderful balls. Red, grab that centerpiece. Oh, hey. Here's another. [laughs] Donna, honey, grab that centerpiece.
Red: Kitty, how many centerpieces do we need?
Kitty: Red, they are center pieces.

Kitty: And then you encourage him and what happens? He ends up kissing a girl while he's on a date with another girl.
Red: Once again, an open bar spells disaster for the Forman family.
Kitty: Red, I am not drunk. I am upset... and drunk. All I know is that is not the way to behave on a date.
Eric & Red: It wasn't a date.
Kitty & Donna: Oh, please.

Donna: Hey, kissy-face.
Eric: Ah, well. If it isn't Kooky McShrimplover, who doesn't know how she feels. Coming over here like everything's normal and nothing happened last night. Yep. That's my Kooky McShrimplover.
Donna: I know. I freaked out. I'm sorry.
Eric: Well, that's a first.
Donna: Well, this is complicated, okay? I mean, we do wanna be friends, right?
Eric: Yeah. I don't wanna be nothing.
Donna: Okay. Well, then, maybe some rules will help. Like, when we're out on a date that's not a date, we can't make out with slutty girls.
Eric: Uh-huh. Or that could just be a rule for me. Yeah, I mean, Donna, feel free... No, feel encouraged to make out with all the slutty girls you want.

Kelso: I got it. Her phone number is 729-36.
Eric: I think there are a couple more numbers than that.
Kelso: Really? Oh, yeah. It's 729-36... ampersand?
Eric: Maybe, but I just don't really know how to dial that.
Kelso: Just- Oh, yeah. That'd be hard.