Dorothy: Stanley, what do you want from me?
Stan: I want to show you something. Dorothy, you see this hair? It is the only one on my forehead. The other traitors receded years ago, but this proud and loyal sprout clings desperately. It is unrelenting. It is true.
Dorothy: What about it?
Stan: Dorothy, it is this hair that I hate more than all the others. It mocks me.
Dorothy: You're psychotic.
Stan: Because I'm bald?
Dorothy: Because you're kidnapping me!
Stan: I'm not kidnapping you. I'm taking you to church. In style.
Dorothy: You are?
Stan: This is my gift to you. I just wanted a minute alone with you to give my blessings. To show I care. Don't you see? I am that hair. And you're my big, crazy, bald skull. I may give you some reason to resent me, but you cannot shake me. I am loyal.
Dorothy: Stanley, you wore a toupee for 27 years.
Stan: Don't mess with my metaphor.