Fez: I'm nervous.
Hyde: Don't be nervous. You'll get sweaty.
Fez: Oh, no. Too late. I can't help it. This is my first official American date.
Hyde: That's why I'm here, Fez. To help you out, man. Unless they're uggos, and then I'm gone.
Fez: There they are, and they're not even uggos.
Hyde: No, they're hot. And the blonde's blonde and hot.
Fez: Yes, and since I set us up on this date, she's mine, right?
Hyde: Well, I can see why you'd think that, but actually, since I came along to help you out, American custom dictates that I get the blonde.
Fez: Once again, the local custom bones the foreign guy.
Hyde: America, man. Love it or leave it.