Donna: Eric, bad news. A deejay at the radio station got sick, so I have to cover his shift all week. I'm not gonna be able to register for wedding gifts.
Eric: Oh, no. Well, I guess we'll just have to live with whatever forks come in the mail willy-nilly.
Donna: Well, actually, you're gonna have to shop for everything.
Fez: Wait, wait, wait. Back up here. Who are you calling willy-nilly?
Eric: Look, Donna, I can't shop. I have horrible taste, remember? "I guess I'm just bad at it."
Donna: You are almost unbelievably bad at it. And that's why I've decided Jackie will go shopping with you.
Jackie: Oh, yay!
Eric: No, no, no. You promised Hyde that you wouldn't do any more wedding stuff.
Jackie: Yeah, but here's the thing about me. I lie.