JACKIE: You are a dog, Michael, a dirty, dirty dog!
KELSO: What did I do?
FEZ: You kissed Pam Macy.
KELSO: (GASPS)
JACKIE: I trusted you, Michael, and now all my friends are laughing at me.I can’t even show my face in the third floor bathroom anymore. And that’s the cool bathroom!
KELSO: But, I--
JACKIE: No, Michael. We’re through.
KELSO: Okay. If that’s the way you want it, we’re through. And
Monday, when we get back from that ski trip, it’s over.