Donna: Well, Mrs. Forman, you won a prize, too. I can't believe you let that guy guess your weight.
Kitty: And I can't believe that the woman who almost married my son has already moved on to the next customer because she's as loose as an old gym sock.
Hyde: Horrus Maximus!
Kitty: And that weight-guesser never had a chance once I took off my shoes, my belt, my engagement ring, spit out my gum and took all the Kleenex out of my pockets. Oh, Fez, honey, you never gave me back my ring.
Fez: Oh, yeah. Wow, so sparkly. [car hits a pothole] And lost forever.