Kelso: I can't believe you're leaving tomorrow.
Eric: Yeah. It's kind of weird spending our last moments together bent over a table with our naked butts in the air.
Kelso: This is how I always hoped it'd be. You know, I was gonna say that I'll miss you, but I'm not a nancy-boy.
Eric: You know, Kelso, there's something I want to say to you. Son of a bitch! Oh, that hurt like hell.
Kitty: That was the alcohol swab.
Eric: Well, it was freezing.