Jackie: The Gouda's so good-a. The Havarti's a party!
Kelso: Hello, milady. "Fondue" you love me?
Donna: Stop doing that! All day with this. "Hey, 'fondue' me." "Ooh, I stepped in 'fon-dog-due."'
Jackie: Oh, my God. This is awful. Michael, a few minutes ago, I smelled stinky cheese and it was me! Look, I'm sorry. I love you, but I can't do this.
Kelso: You mean, you can't "fondue" it.
Jackie: God, will you shut up! Look, I am not cut out for work. I'm cut out for having rich people give me things.