Jackie: Michael, go away. I'm sick. I don't have any makeup on, my hair is a mess, and I look hideous.
Kelso: Jackie, come on. I don't care what you look like. I just want to see you.
Jackie: Why?
Kelso: Because you're my girlfriend. And I got you a present.
[When Jackie lowers the plus pillow she is holding in front of her face, her face is puffy and blotchy. fantasy: a horrified Kelso sees a man in Jackie's place:]
Man: Oh. Michael, that is so sweet. It's the sweetest thing ever. Let me hold it. Thank you, lover.
Kelso: [screams]