Dr. Cox: Well, then, Bobbo, I figured out what's causing the fainting.
Dr. Kelso: Men don't faint.We take unintended decisive naps.
Dr. Cox: It's just vagal syncope. Nothing to worry about.
Dr. Kelso: That's a relief. So just fill my prescription for blue steel and I'll be on my way.
Dr. Cox: There is one other thing. Unfortunately, given your age and your current insurance regulations, they're not gonna let you drive anymore.
Dr. Kelso: Oh, that's crazy! I'm a great driver.
[flashback to Kelso eating, reading a newspaper and answering his phone as he drives:]
Dr. Kelso: Hey, what's up? [horn honks] Nothin'. Ah, I was about to grab some yogurt. [tires squeal]
[present:]
Dr. Kelso: Ah, I guess I can bum rides. Well, it's good, actually. You don't know how many times I've been out late and had to pass on that seventh drink. No more Mr. Responsible!