Eric: And, Fez, you sit on the dryer. Okay. This new seating arrangement should really work.
Bob: [enters] There you kids are. I think I finally remembered the punch line to the Italian midget joke.
Kelso: My mom made fish.
Hyde: I gotta register for the draft.
Jackie: Me too.
Eric: I gotta go count my G.I. Joes.
Donna: I'll be in the oven.
Fez: Wow. Tough room.