Fez: Oh, hello, Mitch. Had a nice walk over here? Get used to it because you'll never get a license. Do you understand me?
Mitch: No, but nobody understands you. You talk like Mushmouth from Fat Albert.
Fez: You just dug your own grave, fella.
Mitch: What? "I flug my own rave, bella"? Was that what you said, Mushmouth?