- Eric Forman: Mr. Johnson, you gave that team of midgets an ass-whupping, sir!
- Rocky Johnson: You pile-drive a little guy and the whole crowd turns on you. And when you're standing there, wondering what they're booing about, you get bit on the kneecaps. Look at my knees! Midget bites!
- Reginald Red Forman: I wonder if you'd mind giving my son an autograph.
- Rocky Johnson's Manager: No. No autographs.
- Reginald Red Forman: Look, pal. I might be the only guy in here who's actually killed a man.
- Rocky Johnson's Manager: Give the kid an autograph. And then, no more autographs.
- Rocky Johnson: That's really nice, bringing your kid to a wrestling match. You know, I've got a son. And one day, he's gonna become the most electrifying man in sports entertainment.
- Reginald Red Forman: Yeah, good luck with that. Wanna make that out to Red Forman?
- Eric Forman: No. I don't think so. It's Eric Forman. Capital E, r-i-c.
- Reginald Red Forman: Yeah, but see, his nickname is Red.
- Eric Forman: No, it's not. It's Eric.
- Reginald Red Forman: Stop kidding around, Red!
- Steven Hyde: Hey, can we get a move on? If I miss that twenty-midget free-for-all, I'm gonna be super pissed!
- Midge Pinciotti: And I think everyone has room to grow. But Bob is perfectly satisfied and says just being his wife should make me happy.
- Therapist: Midge, let me stop you right there. I know we've had only one session, but from what I'm hearing, everything you say is completely right and everything that Bob says is completely wrong.
- Midge Pinciotti: I think I'm gonna like therapy!
- Therapist: I think therapy's gonna like you!
- [upon arriving in Kenosha for the wrestling tournament]
- Reginald "Red" Forman: This is ridiculous. When we get home tonight, you better tell your mother that we had a *damn* good time.
- Eric Forman: So far, so good.
- Reginald "Red" Forman: And now I gotta go spend two dollars for a ten-cent beer.
- [Hyde is in line at the concession stand, attempting to buy a beer]
- Steven Hyde: Good evening, sir. I would like a refreshing cola, please.
- Fez: [from off-screen, deep voice] And get me a beer, Son.
- Steven Hyde: Okay, Dad, sure. And a beer for my Dad.
- [accepting defeat]
- Steven Hyde: You're not gonna get me that beer, are you?
- Fez: [steps into frame with a stern look on his face, continuing to deepen his voice] What seems to be the problem, Son?
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