Nick: [on the phone] Yes, I'm confirming the appointment. I made the damn appointment. That's what. Why wouldn't... Yeah, okay. Appointment confirmed. Thank you. Thank you very much. [hangs up] Yeah, there's not a chance I'm going.
Schmidt: Can you not do this to yourself? Look at your hair, you look ridiculous.
Nick: What am I supposed to talk about for an hour?
Winston: It's a haircut.
Nick: No, you're trapped. You can't move, and they're standing behind you with their hands in your hair, and they expect you to talk back.
[flashback to Nick in the barber's chair, as a man fixes his hair and a woman leans in to show her phone:]
Nick: Oh, yeah, it's your baby. He's cute. Yeah, your baby's cute.