Sally's Haircut Disaster

Sally: Oh gawd, I do hate haircuts. I haven’t been for nearly a year!

John: Goodness, Sally, you’re looking long and wild! Well, that’s what you get for only getting your hair cut once a year, eh? Ha, ha.

Sally: Listen John, I hate haircuts because hairdressers always disregard what I ask for. I only want a little off the top, all right?

John: Well, okay then. Let’s get this buzz razor going.

Sally: What! Are you deaf, you idiot? I said I only want a little off the top. Unplug that electrical monster this instant!

John: Calm down, Sally, I know what I’m doing.

(The razor buzzes and hums evilly.)

Sally: No, you don’t! You only ever give me terrible haircuts, because you never listen. Only a trim! A trim, I said!

John: And, here we go! Hold still, girl!

(John begins to shave Sally’s hair off.)

Sally: Excuse me? Girl? How dare you address me with such familiarity! Stop! I only want a little of the top! A little off the top!

John: You didn’t really like all this hair, did you Sally? I bet this feels much nicer.

Sally: How do you know how I feel? Stop! Stop, you lunatic!

John: Stop thrashing! Do I have to hold you down to make you stop kicking?

(John physically restrains Sally as he cuts off all her hair.)

Sally: No! No! Noooooo! Baah! Baaaaaah!

(Having finished, John puts his shears down and herds Sally the sheep back into her pen.)

Sally: I don’t know why I come back here every year.