Eric: Hey, guys, I got something really different planned for Thanksgiving. But instead of telling you about it, I'm gonna let it wash over you.
Jackie: But, Eric, maybe you can let some soap and water wash over you. 'Cause since you've been out of work, you're a little bummy.
Eric: [sings along with tape] Welcome to the grand illusion Come on in and see what's happening Pay the price Get your tickets for the show
Donna: Is that Styx?
Eric: [talks] And they just announced a concert Thanksgiving night. Now, if we camp out for tickets, by tomorrow we could be watching five guys in spandex suits shaking their hair sweat on teenage girls.
Hyde: Forman, even if I liked Styx, which would mean I was born without ears, I still can't go. My dad wants me and Angie to open the record store by midnight tomorrow.
Kelso: Oh, man, Angie is so pretty. You know, looking at Angie is like looking at something else pretty.
Eric: Well said. Donna, you in for Styx?
Donna: Eric, I'm a deejay. I can't be seen at a Styx concert. It's in my contract.
Eric: Well, Fez, what do you say, my man from another land?
Fez: Eric, where I come from, we have a saying. Yuck, Styx.