Sgt. Hendrix: All right, troop, you're next. Get in the chair.
Reese: [holds up magazine] Okay, I was thinking something like this. Look at this lifeguard. Is there a straight-guy version of that, 'cause that'd be perfect for me. [The barber runs the clippers right down the middle of Reese's scalp] Okay, if you stop here, I think I can still make it work. ... It'll look longer when it's combed out, right?