“Nah, nah—you ain’t buggin’ me, I just…”
“—I just need’ta hit my head against a wall. Really damn hard.”
“If you were gonna hit your head against a wall, then I don’t see why you would take the time to shave it. Perhaps you should at least let your hair grow a little bit? Y’know, as a safety cushion?”

“…Safety cushion!?”
“–I dunno what the hell you’re talkin’ bout, Sasha.” Butts.
“Pardon me, Connie— but I'm really starting to worry about you. You’ve been out of control all day.”