Hyde: Hey, Kelso, did you find the stash yet?
Kelso: No, there's nothing in the kitchen I can fit my hand in you know, except for the garbage disposal. [screams]
Fez: Well, I'm going to the corner to buy some beer. Do not get in the hot tub without me. [exits]
Kelso: Man, it's like... That stash is probably staring me right in the face. [backs into a stuffed hog's head] Oh! Ha! Yeah. It wasn't someplace I could fit my hand. It was someplace that could eat my hand. [chuckles]
Hyde: Hey. There's a truck pulling up to the cabin. Oh, it's Red.
Kelso: Is it a fire truck?
Hyde: The truck's not red. The guy is Red, man. It's Red Forman.
Kelso: Not it. [throws baggie to Hyde, who throws it back] What? No, I said, "Not it." If playground rules aren't in effect, this is anarchy.