Fez: Rhonda, I cannot go to Mississippi.
Rhonda: So, you're not coming?
Fez: I'm sorry. But maybe we can go to the movies sometime.
Rhonda: And make out in the theater? Yeah! Call me. [kisses Fez and leaves]
Donna: Good God. Sober up, man.
Fez: Oh, screw it, Donna. Fez likes them big. Fez likes them small. Fez likes them all.