Murray: A mustache comb! And all this time, I've been using a brush with a handle like a jackass.
Bill: Give it a whirl, Mur. Take it down to whisker town.
Beverly: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you kidding me with this? We should be talking about shaving, not grooming.
Bill: Come on, lady, everyone knows a man's face is his castle.
Murray: His castle, you say?
Bill: Oh, yeah. And the mustache is the moat of the mouth. Without it, the fortress falls.
Murray: Who knew? I didn't.