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Hyde: Okay, here's the situation. It's Thanksgiving night. Everything's closed. We need to find 100 record bins by midnight. It's the same damn thing, every year.
Jackie: Wait, I have a question. How does hair know to grow? And how far inside your head does it go? Does it touch your brain?
Hyde: Okay, I think we need to get Jerry Garcia here some coffee.
Fez: Let the girl rap, I was into it. I like to think about my head.
Kelso: The Head, that's the name. I saved the day.
Donna: You know what would be perfect for the records? Those boxes that milk bottles come in. They're like crates or crepes. Crepes. How good are crepes?
Hyde: That'll work, man. We need, like, 50 empty milk crates.
Jackie: Well, how are we gonna drink all that milk? [gasps] Wait. We need 50 boxes of cookies.
Hyde: No, wastoid. We'll steal the crates. It's perfect. Milk crates.
Donna: Milk crates.
Kelso: Milk crates.
Fez: Milky Craties.
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Angie Barnett: Okay. My Valium's starting to wear off. What's happening with those boxes?
Hyde: Man, we just thought of the perfect solution. We're gonna go get some of those...
Kelso: The Head.
Donna: Crepes.
Fez: Poppers.
Hyde: Whatever. We'll be back.