Young people can’t fall from my grace. They’re my best things.
Kids! What’s the matter with kids today?
I’ve got the babysitting blues.
That’s right, Kenny. The babysitter is dead. So just do it!
Yes. Yes, I did it. I killed Yvette. I hated her, so much…
Sister, sister, Oh so fair,
How come there’s blood
All over your hair?
Get a haircut.
My brother, Teddy, has lovely hair.
See, in my day, a barber was more than just somebody who sit around in a FUBU shirt with his drawers hanging all out. In my day, a barber was a counselor. He was a fashion expert. A style coach. Pimp. Just general all-around hustler. But the problem with y’all cats today, is that you got no skill. No sense of history. And then, with a straight face, got the nerve to want to be somebody. Want somebody to respect you. But it takes respect to get respect. Understand? See, I’m old. But, Lord willing, I’d be spared the sight of seeing everything that we worked for flushed down the drain by someone who don’t know no better or care.
Welcome to my shop
Let me cut your mop
Let me shave your crop!
Daintily! Daint-til-ly!
Care for a shave?! Come visit your old pal, Sweeney!!
The rabbit is going to come right to me. No toon can resist the old Shave-and-a-Haircut trick.
I knew I should’ve taken that left toin at Albuquerque.
I don’t mean to tell you I was expecting the New York Times, but even for Albuquerque, this is pretty Albuquerque.
I want to know how the fuck the word “fuck” gets in the New York fucking Times!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Language!
How’d you feel if someone broke your dinosaur?
All dinosaurs feared the T-Rex!
Clever girl.