Jackie: I don't know, Fez, maybe Michael was right. Maybe I don't have what it takes to win the pageant by myself.
Fez: That is nonsense. You are pretty and nice and talented and sweet, and everything good in the whole world is you.
Jackie: I know, I know. That's what I told Michael. But then he said...
Fez: Who cares what Michael said? He was using you for your beauty so he could become popular. He makes me sick.
Jackie: God. I never thought of it that way.
Kelso: [opens van door] Okay, Jackie. I've had some time to think, and, uh... I'm still disappointed in you. But I'm willing to talk about...
Jackie: Okay, stop. Michael, stop. I've been talking to Fez, and I have only one thing to say to you. I love you!
Fez: What?
Jackie: See, Michael, you must have really believed in me to think you could ride my coattails to the top.
Kelso: Oh, baby. Come here.
Jackie: Mmm.
Fez: Okay, get off me, both of you. You make me sick.