Hyde: Hey, man. All right. Check this out, okay? Friend of mine's having a wedding this weekend, and I told him that I'd be the photographer.
Leo: Oh, cool, man. I remember my wedding. It was magical, man. Chicks and booze everywhere.
Hyde: And I'd be willing to miss all that chicky-boozy fun to take pictures, you know? But, Leo, man, I got a problem. I can't see through the viewfinder because I have a glass eye.
Leo: How come your eye doesn't look like glass, man?
Hyde: Well, that's 'cause it's special space-age glass.
Leo: Whoa. Your eye was in space? That's awesome, man. [tries to touch Hyde's eye]
Hyde: Okay. So, here's the deal, right? Job pays 10 bucks and half a meatball sub. So I'm missing out on a pretty sweet deal here. Damn you, glass eye.
Leo: Well, hey, I could use the 10 bucks, man, and half a meatball sub. If only I had a camera. [Hyde grabs a camera] Whoa! Hey, it's all coming together, man.