Suzy Simpson: I love this place. The sweet smell of gunpowder, the deafening boom of shotgun blasts... Oops. That kind of talk's more appropriate for the bedroom. I apologize.
Fez: Knock, knock? Who's there? Ivan! Ivan who? Ivan awful lot of candy for the both of us!
Suzy Simpson: Fez?
Fez: Well, if it's not me, then there's some lucky bastard who looks just like me. [chuckles]
Suzy Simpson: Michael, I thought it was just going to be you, me and a box of hot lead!
Kelso: Well, it's even better. It's you, me and a box of hot Fez.
Fez: Kelso, this wasn't part of the deal.
Kelso: What wasn't part of the deal?
Fez: You! So beat it. I want her to smell nothing but me.