Ben: Sock and I usually give each other haircuts.
Sock: Usually? Did you say usually, Ben? Usually? Lest you forget that we have been cutting each other's hair for six years, Ben. Six long, wonderful, funky-fresh years of bowl cuts and corn rows and fades and high tights and many, many, many more. You name it. And then I come home to this, so yeah, yeah, something's wrong.
Ben: Man, you need a girlfriend.