Jackie: I Hate You.

Jackie: I hate you.

Hyde: Oh, really? Then why are you so obsessed with me?

Jackie: Because I hate you so much that it's impossible to think about anything else.

Kitty, singing in the background: But I can't help falling in love with you...

*what really happened that summer*

Hyde: Can I tell you a secret?

Jackie: Yeah.

Hyde: C'mere.

Jackie, getting closer: What?

Hyde: C'mere... [kisses her]

Hyde: I really wanted to do that.

Jackie: Well, then... do it again.

Hyde: *bleeding out*

Eric: hyde, you’re bleeding, what’s your type?

Hyde: hot, brunette, loud, loves unicorns-

Eric: no man, you’re blood type

Hyde: red

Donna: Where’s Jackie?

Hyde: Well, she’s small. She’s probably under something.

*during a phone call*

Jackie: Puddin'? I'm breaking up...

Hyde, interrupting her: I'm pregnant!

Jackie: I meant the phone.

Hyde: Right, sorry. I panicked.

*Single Ladies by Beyoncé is playing on the background*

Jackie, singing and dancing to the song: All the single ladies... all the single ladies... all the single ladies... now put your hands up!

Hyde, after turning it off: Put your hands God damn down, what the hell are you doing?

Jackie, with her hands still up: What is wrong with you?

Hyde: No, you're singing this a little personal like, all the single ladies put your hands up... put your shits down.

Jackie: It's a song.

Hyde: Did you forget I'm your boyfriend?

Jackie: Did you forget you didn't put a ring on it? So, technically... I am single!

Hyde: Ooh, that's what we're doing? You are not Beyoncé, you're Jacqueline Beulah Burkhart!

Jackie: You just said my middle name... play my song! [turns it back on]

Hyde, leaving the room: Damn it!

Jackie, screaming over the song: Where are you going?

Hyde: To the fucking jewelry store!

Jackie: I knew it would work.