Lisa:Mom, Bart and I have been talking.
Marge:You have? That's so nice.
Bart:What Lisa's trying to say is there's a new kid's barbershop in the mall and we'd like to start going there.
Marge:A kids' barbershop? But they don't have my templates.
Lisa:Yeah, the templates had a great run, but we'd like our hair to look like...um...people hair.
Marge:Oh, I see. Well, good luck getting to your precious mall barber, 'cause I'm not driving you.
Homer:Kids, wanna go to the mall? They're baking fresh Cinnabons, which means they're throwing out the old ones!
Bart and Lisa:YAAAAY!
Marge:Oh, I guess I'll just cut my own hair.
Baha Men:Who wants a haircut?
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo Hoo! Hoo!
Who wants a haircut?
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo Hoo! Hoo!
Who wants a haircut?
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
Barber:Which side do you want your part on?
Bart:Left! Right! Stab stab stab!
Barber:You're the boss.
Bart:What the hell? WOAH!
Lisa:Oh, Bart, you look worse that Aunt Patty in the morning!
And there ain't nothing looks worse than Aunt Patty in the morning!