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Where's the tunes, Forman?

Hang on, you guys.
Just one more wire here.

I learnt how to speak English
faster than this.

Fez, it's not real English when
you speak it with a foreign accent.

Jeez.

Aren't these the coolest?

I can't hear you.

I know. They're the
greatest speakers ever.

Eric!

Oh, hey, Dad. Sorry.

Didn't see you there.

Well, I guess that's 'cause you were
too busy making an ass of yourself.

Actually, I was trying out
my new speakers.

- What do you think?
- New speakers?

What was wrong with the old
ones? Those were genuine GM parts.

Uh...

These are louder.

Yeah, well, just keep your
monkey music turned down.

And go grab your smock.
We gotta go to work.

Hey, Red. Is that you?

Oh, cripes.

Hiya, neighbor!

Can't hear you, Bob. I'm
testing out Eric's new speakers.

Not bad.

♪ Hanging out

♪ Down the street

♪ The same old thing

♪ We did last week

♪ Not a thing to do

♪ But talk to you

♪ We're all, all right

♪ We're all, all right ♪

Hello, Wisconsin!

Boy, quite a day at
Price Mart, Kitty.

First, the price of light
bulbs dropped two cents,

then Eric was made
employee of the month,

and to top it off, they added
Cheez-Its to the vending machine.

Are you serious?

Yep.

Tiny little squares with the
cheese flavor baked right in.

Am I really Price Mart
employee of the month?

You sure are.

Yay!

And they even
decided to throw in

an extra 25 cents an hour.

Oh, yes.

I gotta admit, Eric.
I had my doubts,

but, hell,
you've hardly embarrassed me.

Thanks, Dad.

Oh, this is great. Whoo!
Price Mart rocks.

Oh, Laurie,
tell everyone your good news.

I just finished my first two
weeks of cosmetology school.

And she didn't flunk out.

Isn't that great?

That is great, honey.
Nice job.

Thanks, Daddy.

Yeah, but the next
exam is gonna kill me.

We're not allowed to practice
on dummies anymore

- and I have to style
a real person's hair.
- Oh, honey, you'll do fine.

- We're all here
to support you.
- Great.

So, you don't
mind being my model?

Me?

Oh, honey, no, no.
I go to the beauty parlor.

Okay, well, well,
maybe Eric can help out.

Oh, sure. Laurie, first of
all, always run with scissors.

Boy, I never get
tired of your sarcasm.

Really?

Sorry.

Red, would you like
to be a hair model?

Kitty, I would like
to have hair. Period.

But, I don't. So, no.

Oh, forget it.

I don't even know why I
picked this stupid career.

Maybe it's because
you're stupid.

Laurie, no.

You quit everything. You are
not quitting cosmetology school.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

I will be your model.

But you just remember.

Men have their cars.
Women have their hair.

It's like a car.
It's valuable.

So, not only are they gonna hang
my picture in the front of the store,

but I also get to represent
our entire district

in the national
Price Mart Olympics.

That's nice.

Do you think I would choke to
death if I swallowed my straw?

No, it's got a breathing hole.

- Fez, no.
- Fez, no.

Oh, my God. There she is.

- Who's that?
- The new girl, Caroline.

She transferred here from Sacred
Heart. Or heaven, I'm not sure which.

We have gym together.
She barely sweats.

Someday,
I will make her my bride.

Yep, no one likes
a sweaty bride.

- Yeah, I hear you.
- So true.

Hey, why don't you
go talk to her, man?

Oh, I, uh...

You're the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen.

Thank you. Your cocoa-brown
skin makes me hot.

I know.

I am irresistible.
Would you like to dance?

Hey, why don't you
go talk to her, man?

Oh, I don't know, Hyde, I
can't. I don't understand this.

Usually, I am...
I am suave. I am silky.

But this girl makes me...

I have to go to the bathroom.

Anyway, getting back
to Price Mart...

- Shut up!
- Yeah.

Oh, my God. You guys
are never gonna believe this.

- Wait, no. Me first.
- Okay, go.

Okay. I, Eric Forman,

your boyfriend,

am Price Mart's newest
employee of the month.

Eric, that's great.
Are you done?

Oh, yeah. Top that, cupcake.

Okay.

I just won two tickets
to the Led Zeppelin concert.

I was caller number
seven and I won

and we're going to Zeppelin
on Tuesday night.

All right!

She said two tickets, not four,
you moron. We're not going.

Oh, my God, no.
Did you say Tuesday night?

I... I can't go Tuesday night. It's
inventory night. It's mandatory.

Skip it, Eric.
You love Zeppelin.

Call in sick. Tell them your
grandma died. Burn down the store.

You're right.
You know, what? I'm going.

- I can't go.
- Then who am I gonna take?

- No, Donna...
- You shut your filthy mouth.

- Whoa, whoa. Donna, seriously...
- I'm practically his brother.

- Hey, I've been his
friend way longer!
- Hey, you know what?

I am going.

Oh, crap.

- Still friends?
- Till death.

I can't go.

- I'm in!
- Get killed!

Shut up!

Uh...

- Eric, are you sure
you can't come?
- Yeah, I can't.

You know, everyone has
to work. No exceptions.

Plus, Red and I, we're
both kind of supervising.

Corporate America
claims another victim.

Eric, it's okay.

I knew you weren't gonna go.
You're a really responsible guy.

I love and hate that about you.

Well, since Mr. Smock here
is being all logical,

I guess I'll have to
take one of you losers.

- Take a loser where?
- Zeppelin.

Zeppelin? Oh, my God.
That's a band, right?

Donna...

In the ninth grade, I did an oral
report on Stairway to Heaven

and I got a B-plus.

You gotta take me.

Donna, in the ninth grade,
I wasn't a dork

and I didn't write a report
on Stairway to Heaven,

and you gotta take me.

God, she doesn't wanna take
either one of you,

'cause she's taking me.
Donna, M-E. Me.

Okay, you know what?
I'm going.

I can't.

- You hate it, don't you?
- No, no. It's interesting.

I mean,
just look at all this body.

I must... I bet, I'm... I'm
like... I'm four inches taller.

I never should've
gotten into this.

I'm not good at anything.

No, no, no.

I like it, Laurie.

Really?

Thanks, Mum.
Now all you need is a cut.

No, no. No, no. No. Length...
Length is good. Length is good.

Drop 'em.

Oh, hey, did you see this?

They gave me
a Price Mart key chain.

It's got a knife and everything.

Yeah, I keep it in my pocket.
Some of the other guys get jealous.

Look, Eric, I know you're very
excited about your raise and everything,

but I don't want you to get
too caught up in this.

Don't worry, Dad.

I'm not about to alienate
my fellow employees

with my award-winning
work ethic.

I read the signs in the break
room. There's no "I" in teamwork.

Here's your check, sir, and
thank you for eating at Smiley's.

- Very funny.
- You know what, Dad? I got this.

Take your hand off the check.

I'll come back.

Jackie, why do you wanna go
anyway? You hate Led Zeppelin.

I never said
I hated them, Michael.

For your information,
I think Led is hot.

- Fez, is that her?
- Yes.

I wish I could go talk to her,
but I get so nervous.

Fez, you shouldn't be nervous.
You're awesome.

What girl wouldn't
wanna be with you?

Well, there is Jackie, Laurie,

this girl from gym,
another girl from chemistry,

Country-Western
star Tanya Tucker,

who does not answer her letters.

Okay, stop.

Whatever happened
to suave, silky Fez?

You're right.
I forgot about him.

He's hot.

Exactly. So, go get her, Fez.

Caroline, it is Fez.
May I sit?

Okay, thank you.

Great idea, Donna.

Well, excuse me for trying
to buy a co-worker lunch.

I am not your co-worker.

You're a high school kid
with a part-time job.

You're temporary.

Uh-oh!

You know what ends fights?
Pudding.

Just give me seven minutes.

Eric, you gotta stop
acting like a big shot.

You're not the king
of the world, you know.

I'm employee of the month.
I don't have to take this.

This is no good, Kitty.

Well, what are you gonna
do, Red? He's growing up.

No, I mean your hair.

Hey there, Harpo.

Where's your horn?

Bob, are you
making fun of my hair?

No.

- Take me.
- Take me.

- Take me.
- No.

- Take me.
- Take me.

- Take me.
- No.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You're Donna, right?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm Caroline. I think we
have Spanish together.

- Oh, yeah. Hi.
- Hola.

Um...

You know that foreign guy
you're always hanging out with?

- Fez?
- Yeah. Fez.

Is he...

- Does he...
- Oh, my God. You like Fez?

Oh, my God. Come on,
I'll introduce you to him.

Oh, no, no. That's okay.
I just wanted to...

I gotta go. Use the bano.

Stupid,
stupid, stupid.

What's going on?

Cosmetology is too hard.

I'm quitting.

Laurie, don't you think I wanted to
quit nursing school a hundred times?

The first time I put in
a catheter, it broke off.

But what if I don't
get any better?

Well, you will never know
unless you stick with it.

What do you care?

I care because I'm your mother.

So, I care.

Well, we do start
doing nails next week.

That might be fun.

And I happen to know a few
patients down at the hospital

who would love a manicure.

- Thanks, Mum.
- Mmm-hmm.

Yep. It's just gonna perk them right
up when they come out of their comas.

Hey, Dad. Good news.

Just got another raise.

Well, good for you.

You dumb bastard.

Yeah, I tell you.

If they keep throwing money
at me like this,

I might be able to get
my own apartment soon.

For God's sake,
you're 57 years old.

Oh...

Eric, why didn't you
listen to me?

If you'd gone to college, you
could've really been something.

Been something? Whoa.

You're talking to the interim
assistant weekend manager

of housewares here, okay?

Yeah. Show some respect.

Well, aren't you just
the president of Turd Town?

Dad.

I've been thinking about why
you went so crazy and yelled at me

and I've come to
the conclusion that

you're crazy and you
like to yell at me.

There's something you
gotta know. You're... Well...

You're an idiot.

Oh, great. A pep talk.

Sit down.

When I was your age,
I thought I had it all, too.

Great job at the plants,
nice steady paycheck.

Just enough to, you know,
string me along for 30 years or so,

and for what?

So they could toss me out on
my ass when things got tough.

- Dad, I'm not gonna...
- Look.

Don't get me wrong.
I admire your work ethic,

but you deserve
better than Price Mart.

You're a smart guy.

And I'm... I'm proud of you.

Whoa!

Really?

You... You think I'm smart?

- You're proud of me?
- Oh, jeez.

What, you gonna ruin
this now by talking?

Listen, Dad...

If I'm still working at Price
Mart when I'm your... Older.

Please kill me.

You don't have
to ask twice, Son.

Ah, yes.

- That's my dad.
- Come on.

Let's go make fun
of your mom's hair.

- Jerk.
- Wench.

- Tool.
- Dillhole.

- Moron.
- Moron.

I already said moron.

Moron.

Don't touch.
Those are for Donna.

Kelso, Donna doesn't want
a bunch of dirty cookies.

They're not dirty.

They are now.

Hyde, you're dead.

Oh, my God.

Donna, where have you been?

The concert starts in an hour.
Come on, I'm ready to go. Let's go.

The concert?
Oh, right. The concert.

Well, you guys were so busy fighting
over the tickets, I forgot to tell you.

I gave them away.

- What?
- No.

To who?

See? Your cuticles
look better already.

Proper nail care is one of
the easiest things to overlook.

Real good.

Oh, gosh, Daddy. I didn't
know you were a bleeder.

I'm not.

Could you apply
some pressure to this

while I go get some
paper towels?

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