Fez: All I know is, if I was married to a woman like Donna it would be heavens. Oh, the high jinks we would get into.
[black-and-white fantasy:]
Fez: Lucy, I'm home!
Donna: Ricky, is that you?
Fez: [braying laughter] Lucy, what happened to you?
Donna: Oh, Ricky, I was making molasses cookies for your band and I had an accident!
Fez: Oh, Lucy. Uh-oh.
Donna: Ricky, we're stuck! [doorbell rings]
Fez: I'll get it. Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay. [speaks Spanish] [opens door]
Red: Hi, neighbors!
Kitty: Lucy, I brought you that flour for your cookies.
Donna: Oh, Ethel, you're a pal!
Kitty: Gee, Fred, would it hurt you to hug me like that?
Red: Well, probably not. But why take the chance?
Fez: Hey, Fred, we got a sticky situation here. You wanna help us out?
Red: Sure, Rick.
Donna: Watch it, Fred!
Red: Boy, you kids really are stuck.
Donna: [face lands in the pie] Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah!
[reality:]
Fez: [chuckles] Oh, Lucy. Well, I'm off to romance our lady.