Kelso: How could I let this happen? I am the worst father ever. [phone rings] [answers phone] Betsy?
Brooke: No, Michael, it's me. I'm calling to check in. How's she doing?
Kelso: How's she doing? Fine. God, quit smothering her.
Brooke: Hey, put the phone to her ear, let me say hi.
Kelso: [covers phone] It's Brooke. She wants to talk to the baby.
Fez: Give me. [takes phone] [high-pitched] Hey, Mama, send more milk.