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Kelso: I miss my funnel. [coin clinks against glass] Eric, drink.
Hyde: Okay. If I was Tattoo, and I lived on Fantasy Island my fantasy would be to not be a midget. Am I right? [coin clinks against glass] Hmm. Eenie, meenie, miney, Forman.
Eric: You know, Hyde, at first I thought your dad was a real dirtbag, but I've come to realize that there's a fine line between dirtbag and Father of the Year. [coin clinks on table] Damn!
Fez: Fellas, I have to be honest. I've never played quarters before, so I probably stink. [coin clinks against glass] Oh, happy day! Eric.
Kelso: Man, this is the worst game in the world. I'm so thirsty. [coin clinks against glass] Damn it! Eric, drink!
Hyde: I mean, he lives on Fantasy Island, man and he's a midget! It's so obvious. [coin clinks against glass] Hmm. Mmm, Forman.
Eric: Does anyone else feel kind of woozy? [coin clinks against table] Oh, what the hell, man?
Fez: If I make this shot, I promise I will not pick you, Eric. [coin clinks against glass] I pick you, Eric. It's fun to lie.