Kelso: [bell rings] Your chariot has arrived, my lady.
Brooke: What happened to your van?
Kelso: Yeah, a little problem with the van. I can't find it.
Brooke: Michael, people lose keys to a van, not the whole van. Now I'm going to miss my doctor's appointment.
Kelso: Look, Brooke, this is not my fault.
Brooke: You're right, it's my fault for depending on you.
Kelso: Okay, okay. I can fix this, okay? Just hop on the handle bars and I'll pedal you there.
Brooke: Hello! I'm pregnant.
Kelso: Okay, fine. You pedal and I'll ride.