Jackie: Well I don't want anything to do with that Red-nosed freak.
Fez: Why are you so afraid of clowns?
Jackie: It was my seventh birthday party, this clown asked me if I wanted to smell his pretty flower. And when I did, it squirted water all over my face. And then he offered me his handkerchief, when I pulled it out of his pocket, it just kept coming, coming, coming.
Fez: And that's why you hate clowns?
Jackie: No, later I walked in on him, making out with my mom. Pie-throwing bastard!