Red: All right, Kelso. You'll just go through a few typical stock boy tasks while I firmly, but kindly, oversee you.
Kelso: Got it.
Red: All right. Let's get started.
[Kelso removes his Price Mart smock to reveal a tight white vest and starts gyrating his hips]
Red: Kelso, what the hell are you doing?
Kelso: Oh, see, I'm going for a Travolta thing. Okay, my character's actually a dancer who's just stocking shelves until he makes it big. All right. Let me paint a picture for you. Just close your eyes. Okay, imagine with your eyes open. Just come with me.
[fantasy: Kelso dances down the street as he carries two cans of paint as a disco song, "Stock Boy", plays]
Red: Just stack the cans, moron.
Kelso: But why am I stacking cans? See, I'm thinking that the manager is a bad guy. So, why would I stack cans for him?
Red: Because if you don't stack the cans the manager is going to kill you.
Kelso: Oh, so I'm afraid for my life. That works. All right. Let's act.