Hyde: Holy crap, man!
Donna: What?
Hyde: Listen to this letter from my dad. "Dear valued Grooves employee, your services are no longer required. I've sold the chain of stores to a dry-cleaning corporation for, frankly, a butt load of money. You should see the check, whooee! I thank you for your years of dedicated service. As of Friday, you're trespassing." Can you believe this, man? I'm out of a job.
Donna: Well, how do you think Leo feels? Well, probably how he always feels. Stoned.