Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You can't make me join the army, okay? I'll cut off a toe!

I mean, is work making you sweat?

the only reason I have this job is so that you and I can be together.

Mom, I'm 17 years old.

- He stole that from me. - But, Fez...

I'm showing Thomas the ropes.

That's 'cause I'm cool-a-mundo.

Now, hop out, you crazy son of a gun.

Fear me! All fear Whipped-cream Head!

You suppose there was actually something in that drawer he didn't want us to see?

I'm gonna need you to hide my stash.

You had a whole bag of 'em, and you wasted 'em on Eric!

I'm tellin' ya, this stuff isn't just for cakes.

So we can stay together!

Guys, I would like you to meet Point Place's new foreign exchange student, Thomas.

All day with this. "Hey, 'fondue' me."

He's gone Darth Vader, man.