[after painting a ball bearing in the Deacon's eye socket to look like a real one]
Deacon:
Well? How's it look?
[the other smokers say, "not bad," "not bad at all", etc]
Doctor:
I-I like it better than your real eye.
[One smoker says, "much better," to general agreement]
Deacon:
What do you say, Toby? The truth.
Toby:
Looks like shit.
Deacon:
That's why I love children: no guile.
[after looking at his new eye in a mirror]
Deacon:
It does look like shit.
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