One Tuesday evening, the usual suspects are gathered in "The Circle." A thick cloud of mystery (and probably snack-cake crumbs) hangs in the air.
Donna looks at Eric, who is currently preoccupied with trying to balance a Pez dispenser on his forehead. "I think I’m good, Jackie."
Red glares for a beat longer, then turns to leave, muttering about how the "damn kids" are the reason the country is going to the dogs. As the door clicks shut, Kitty’s high-pitched, nervous laugh floats down from the kitchen, followed by the smell of burnt meatloaf. The Circle begins again. That '70s Show (1998) titlovi
"Fez, that’s disgusting," Eric says, finally dropping the Pez dispenser.
is frantically trying to explain his new "business model": selling pet rocks that look like the gang. "See, this one is Eric because it’s small and skinny. And this one is Hyde because it’s... well, it’s just a regular rock, but it looks suspicious." One Tuesday evening, the usual suspects are gathered
, perched on the arm of the couch, is busy giving Donna a makeover she didn't ask for. "Donna, if you want to keep Eric interested, you have to embrace the glitter. Redheads were made for sequins!"
He pulls out a giant jar of pickled pigs' feet. The room goes silent. As the door clicks shut, Kitty’s high-pitched, nervous
"What did I tell you kids about the noise?" Red growls. "I can hear Kelso’s stupidity through the floorboards. If I see one more rock with a face on it, I’m going to use it to bridge the gap between my boot and your tailbones." The gang freezes. Kelso drops his "Eric" rock. "Yes, sir," they chorus in unison.
One Tuesday evening, the usual suspects are gathered in "The Circle." A thick cloud of mystery (and probably snack-cake crumbs) hangs in the air.
Donna looks at Eric, who is currently preoccupied with trying to balance a Pez dispenser on his forehead. "I think I’m good, Jackie."
Red glares for a beat longer, then turns to leave, muttering about how the "damn kids" are the reason the country is going to the dogs. As the door clicks shut, Kitty’s high-pitched, nervous laugh floats down from the kitchen, followed by the smell of burnt meatloaf. The Circle begins again.
"Fez, that’s disgusting," Eric says, finally dropping the Pez dispenser.
is frantically trying to explain his new "business model": selling pet rocks that look like the gang. "See, this one is Eric because it’s small and skinny. And this one is Hyde because it’s... well, it’s just a regular rock, but it looks suspicious."
, perched on the arm of the couch, is busy giving Donna a makeover she didn't ask for. "Donna, if you want to keep Eric interested, you have to embrace the glitter. Redheads were made for sequins!"
He pulls out a giant jar of pickled pigs' feet. The room goes silent.
"What did I tell you kids about the noise?" Red growls. "I can hear Kelso’s stupidity through the floorboards. If I see one more rock with a face on it, I’m going to use it to bridge the gap between my boot and your tailbones." The gang freezes. Kelso drops his "Eric" rock. "Yes, sir," they chorus in unison.