Eric: Man, Bob and Midge must really hate me. 'Cause right after having sex in my car, I think they smeared cheese under the seat.
Hyde: That's just mean.
Eric: There. Okay, I think it's safe for human occupancy again.
Kelso: Uh-oh. Looks like Bob left something in the car too. [holds up underpants]
Fez: Eric, you must sell this car.
Hyde: Or call a priest.