Deema: I like my hair curly, curly, curly! Like a bunch of golden cinnamon rolls!
Deema and Goby: Bald as a fish!
Goby: Sorry, Hairball.
Molly: Your hair-messing days are over!
Hairball: Well, you know what they say?
Deema, Molly and Goby: What?
Hairball: Hair today, gone tomorrow!
Molly: After him!
