Amir: Question. Jake: Is it about work? Amir: Nn..mm..kind of. Jake: So not at all then. Amir: How the FUCK could you get a haircut? Jake: ...How? Amir: I mean...are you surprised with how I'm reacting to this? Jake: I wanna be. I really do. Unfortunately, this is normal for you. Amir: This is--this is--this is normal for me, right? This is normal for me? Jake: What are you angry? Amir: No. ...No, I'm not angry. (shrugs) I'm not angry at all. I'm fucking livid! Jake: Why are you freaking out? Amir: I don't know, I mean, psh, does the phrase matching haircut club mean anything to you? Jake: No. Amir: No. Eh, eh, eh, eh, (almost a coughing noise, with a head tilt each time) Jake: You okay? Amir: Eh, eh. No, you know what? Yeah, I'm okay. This is good. This is good--now I know. Jake: I'm gonna get a soda. Try to relax, calm down. Amir: Piggy front. Jake: What? Amir: Piggy front. Right now. (jumps on top of Jake) Jake: What are you doing? Oh God. Amir: We're even. Jake: Fine. Amir: BUT, you have to take me to Supercuts after work because I'm saying that I want this exact length-- Jake: Don't touch it.