Kelso: Hey. Uh... It's been pointed out to me that I've been acting a little flaky about, um... Our situation.
Brooke: I disagree. Flaky means you're not consistent. You run away every time you see me.
Kelso: Anyway, uh... I think we should talk about what we're gonna do. I'm sure you're gonna want me to meet your parents, and lucky for you, I look good in a suit. Hell, I look good in anything, but you already know that.
Brooke: Actually, don't worry about it. As far as the baby and I are concerned, you're off the hook.
Kelso: So, you're just letting me go?
Brooke: Yep. You don't have to think about this ever again.
Kelso: And I won't! Wow! You're like the coolest girl I ever did it with at a concert!