[After the Doctor has been painting a ball bearing in the Deacon's eye socket to resemble a prosthesis]
Well? How's it look?
Smokers
Not bad, not bad at all...
Doctor
I- I like it better than your real eye.
Smokers
Much better.
What do you say, Toby? The truth.
Toby
Looks like shit.
That's why I love children: no guile. [looks at his new eye in a mirror] It DOES look like shit! And it feels like cold shit! [Ball bearing falls out and rolls on floor]
