Midge: Hey, Red. This is going great.
Bob: Ah, yeah, it's going okay. But can you imagine how great it would be going if he'd used the midget catering company I told him about?
Red: Yeah, well, thanks, Bob, for not forcing some cockamamie gimmick down my throat.
Bob: Hey, I'd never do that. [whispers] Kelso, plan's off. Get it out of here.
[Kelso walks in with a chimpanzee wearing a racecar uniform and holding a flag]
Kelso: We got him for three more hours. I'm gonna see if I can teach him how to drive.