Fez: Well, Randy, it looks like I've saved the day. Fatso is back on his bun.
Randy: So all the bolts are nice and tight?
Fez: Yes, of course. I used a catchy little jingle, righty loosey, lefty tighty. That clown ain't going nowhere.
[When Fez pats the clown on the back, its body falls onto the road and smashes to pieces]
Fez: Shotgun! [all run]
Donna: I'm keeping the nose.