Eric Forman: Poor, little, tough guy hiding behind his bluster.
Steven Hyde: Shut up, Forman, I'm fine!
Michael Kelso: Sounds like someone needs a tickle.
Fez: No, I'm okay.
Eric Forman: We're your best friends and we're not going to let you go through this alone!
Michael Kelso: Eric's right!
[climbs over the couch]
Michael Kelso: We're going to do something that *guys* do!
Fez: A massage train?
Michael Kelso: No!
[to Hyde]
Michael Kelso: So, we got you a present.
Steven Hyde: [Cut to the circle] This is a great present, guys! I especially like the teeny, white paper you wrapped it in.
Michael Kelso: The only thing that could ruin today is if the Russians set off the Russian Death Ray that's pointed at the White House. No, seriously! I read it in a magazine!
Eric Forman: Kelso, that was The Flash and it's a comic book.
Fez: I love comic books. Sometimes I wish I had thought bubbles. Do you see anything?
Steven Hyde: The Russians don't have a death ray, man, but they *do* have a stupid ray and it's pointed right at you.
Michael Kelso: They *do* have a death ray and I'll prove it. Where's the phone?
Eric Forman: Kelso, I'm not allowed to make long distance calls without permission.
Michael Kelso: They've got me on hold. Oh, and they're playing the theme song to the President.
Eric Forman: "Hail To The Chief".
Michael Kelso: Thank you, Eric, but I'm trying to enjoy the President's theme song!