Fez: Rhonda, is that you? Boy, you look like a different girl.
Rhonda: Do you like it? [snorting laugh]
Fez: Oh. Well, I thought we would begin our evening with a hot dog eating contest. Now, I realize you're county champion but I think I could make it interesting.
Rhonda: Sorry, Fez. I don't eat hot dogs for glory or money anymore. It's not ladylike.
Fez: Says who?
Rhonda: Says them.
Fez: Them? What have you meddling whores done to my Rhonda?