That '70s Show1998

Kitty Forman:
[sympathetic] Oh, your dad's havin' a hard time without your mom, isn't he?

Reginald "Red" Forman:
[looks sideways from his paper] Midge was the brains of that outfit? [cackles] Oh I'm - I'm sorry, Donna.

Eric Forman:
[opens the door to the kitchen; enters] Sorry about what?

Reginald "Red" Forman:
You, uh, get Donna bread and cheese.

Eric Forman:
[confused] Okay.

Donna Pinciotti:
[strokes dress Kitty is ironing as Eric is behind her getting bread and cheese] Oh, this is a really nice dress.

Kitty Forman:
I know; isn't it fancy? [laughs] It's for the Pricemart Ball tomorrow night.

Eric Forman:
Oh, right. The Pricemart Ball.

Kitty Forman:
[sitting next to Red, who is back to reading his paper] So, who are you takin'? Who's the lucky lady?

Eric Forman:
[holding bread; waving it sometimes for emphasis] Well, I decided not to go. Personal choice.

Reginald "Red" Forman:
[not looking up from paper] You don't have a date, do ya?

Eric Forman:
[Walking over, Donna mirroring his direction] Okay. You know what? It's not about "can I get a date?" It's about this great book that I'm like, halfway through. Plus, you know, I could get a date. [Red laughs once] I got numbers, Buddy.

Kitty Forman:
Sure you do, Honey. You're number 1 with me! [laughs hysterically]

Reginald "Red" Forman:
[looking up from paper] You're goin' tomorrow night. And you'd better not go stag, Eric. There's nothing worse than an 80-pound boy dancing with his mommy all night. [Eric slightly rolls his eyes]

Donna Pinciotti:
You know what? [clears throat and takes Eric's arm to turn him to her] I'll go. I told you I would, like, months ago.

Eric Forman:
But that was before the... ugliness.

Donna Pinciotti:
[ever-so-slightly dramatic] Eric, I'm over it. [voice of realization; uppity] Hey, I'm over it! Oh, I'm - I'm over it. [Eric's eyes dart to and fro] Plus, I mean, last year, they had all-you-can-eat shrimp.

Eric Forman:
Well, I mean, [snorts] you know, I'm over it. Hey, I'm over it. Yeah, I'm over it. I was just worried that you might think it was weird, us going out on a date, so, I mean, you know, the - the concern lay with you.

Donna Pinciotti:
[amused] Eric, it's not a date!

Eric Forman:
It's not. I know. I know it's not a date. It's not a date. It's a... shrimp fest. It's a festival of shrimp, if you will.

Donna Pinciotti:
[nods, laughing] Exactly!

Eric Forman:
Oh.

Donna Pinciotti:
[still amused] I'll see you tomorrow night.

Eric Forman:
[laughing] Okay. [Donna leaves out the kitchen exit and Eric looks after her]

Kitty Forman:
See, now, look. My little prince is going to the ball. [smiles at Red and then goes back to her task; cut to credits]