Fez: So you smooched the Cannon. How was her tongue? Was it nimble?
Eric: Like a belly dancer. And at one point I was touching a spot not four inches from boob.
Hyde: Not bad, Forman. Not only did you get within shouting distance of second base, you successfully snaked Red's Corvette.
Eric: Yeah, well, I gotta wash it, wax it and put on a hubcap, but that should only take about an hour. I'm gonna do it in the morning.
Hyde: Perfect. Sleep tight.
Eric: All right.
Hyde: Oh, by the way, um, your parents called a couple hours ago. They'll be home in 40 minutes.
Eric: What?!
Hyde: Relax, man. We're just messing with you. They'll be home in 20 minutes.