Movie Quotes for Salon,+The

James Morrison: [narrating] The cast was assembled, all the actors:
  beggars and beauties and benefactors. Millionaires and zeroes;
  lovers, clowns, and heroes. Met on set. They rushed to their places
  in the grand salon, the curtain was rising, the show was on.
  Starring loners and owners of Babylon; phonies and cronies and
  hangers-on. The whole freeloading pantheon. The wheel was spinning,
  the course was charted. Comedy was beginning, and tradgedy had
  started.

[Zohan shows Gail the gel that was thrown at the salon; Gail tastes
  the gel]
Gail: Oh, thats Neosporin! I use it on cuts and on genital sores.

Lewis: [Lewis is on the roof disappointed that his memory scanner
  failed, he rips out the page with the picture of the memory scanner
  out of his notebook, crumples it into a ball and throws it away. He
  sits down on a crate. Then by his suprise the ball of paper hits
  him in the head, he throws it again trying to figure out whats
  happening, and Wilbur jumps out from behind the building and throws
  the crumpled ball of paper back to him which lands on the crate,
  then jumps back to the wall next to the door] Hey, whatre you
  doing up here?
Wilbur: Coo, coo, coo. [Lewis picks up the crumpled ball of paper and
  heads over to where Wilbur is hiding] Coo, coo coo-coo coo.
  [Deliberatly drops the ball of crumpled paper close to where Wilbur
  is and Wilbur jumps back out, picks up the ball of paper, and puts
  it in Lewiss hand] Coo, coo. [jumps back into hiding spot]
Lewis: [throws down ball of paper] Will you quit that please? I know
  youre not a pigeon!
Wilbur: [jumps out and covers Lewiss mouth and starts looking around
  to see if anyone is around] Shh, youre blowing my cover!
Lewis: [Wilbur is still looking around to see if anyone is watching
  them] But were the only ones up here!
Wilbur: Thats just what they want you to think. [picks up the ball
  of paper and flattens it out and gives it to Lewis and Wilbur
  starts pushing Lewis to the door] Now, enough moping, take this
  back the science fair and fix that memory scanner!
Lewis: [pushes Wilbur away] Stop, stop, get away from me!
Wilbur: Maybe you forgotten Im a time cop from the future. [quickly
  shows his "badge" to Lewis which is really a coupon for a tanning
  salon] Should be taken very seriously.
Lewis: [Lewis grabs Wilburs "badge"] Thats no badge, its a coupon
  for a tanning salon! [waving the coupon in Wilburs face] Youre a
  fake.
Wilbur: [Lewis heads back to the crate to get his notebook and his
  bag] Okay, you got me, Im not a cop. But I really am from the
  future! And there really is this bowler hat guy!
Lewis: [grabs his bag] Agh, here we go again.
Wilbur: He stole a time machine, came to the science fair and ruined
  your project!
Lewis: My project didnt work because Im no good. [Wilbur pockets
  the paper with the picture of the time machine in his pocket] There
  is no bowler hat guy, there is no time machine and youre not
  really from the future. Youre crazy!
Wilbur: [starts to head for the door to leave but Wilbur blocks him]
  Ho, ho, I am not crazy.
Lewis: Oh, yeah captain time travel? Prove it!
Wilbur: Uh... um... [rubs his head]
Lewis: Yeah, thats what I thought. [heads to the door] [mumbling]
  Im just going to lock myself in my room and hide under the covers
  for a couple of years.
Wilbur: [Lewis starts to open the door but is immediatly slammed shut
  by Wilbur] [kind of quickly] If I prove to you that Im from the
  future will you go back to the science fair?
Lewis: Yeah, sure whatever you say. [Wilbur smiles jumps behind him,
  grabs him and starts pushing him to one of the edges of the
  orphanage] Let go of me! What are you doing, let go of me!
Wilbur: Okay. [Lifts Lewis up and throws over the side of the
  building where he lands in the time machine]

Carolin Hubbard: [Greek Dr. Constantine and Michel carry an injured
  Poirot into the salon car] Beware of Greeks bearing gifts.

Stig: Hey, Scottish. From my salon, right?
Crawford Mackenzie: Yeah
Stig: Still looking for a job, eh?
Crawford Mackenzie: ...yeah
Stig: Hey, I tell you what. Next month, its losers day! You come
  back and I piss on your head!

Esther: [eyeing Pauline as she enters the salon] What are you doing
  here?
Pauline: I couldnt take that woman and her uniform no more.
Esther: You lose your job?
Pauline: Mmm-hmm.
Esther: Oh, well, what you gonna do?
Pauline: I dont know. Find another woman. Maybe retire to Florida.
  [laughs]

Lt. Commander Data: [voice-over] Friendly insults and jibes - another
  form of human speech that I am attempting to master. In this case
  with the help of Commander Geordi La Forge.
[he walks into the hairdresser salon where La Forge is having his
  hair trimmed]
Lt. Commander Data: [voice-over] I consider Geordi my best friend.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Here for a trim?
Lt. Commander Data: My hair does not require trimming, you lunkhead.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: What?
Lt. Commander Data: My hair does not require trimming...
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Lunkhead?
Lt. Commander Data: I am experimenting with friendly jibes and
  insults. It was not meant as a serious disparagement.
Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Well - just dont try it on the
  captain.

[Sophia has taken the girls to a local salon to get their hair done
  by the "gorgeous" Eduardo]
Eduardo: Whos hair do I wash first?
Blanche Devereaux: Im first. Im the dirtiest!

Peggy Callahan: [on phone in bed] Whats all this about? I mean why
  are you dragging him into this?
Jaime Sommers: [on other line, also in bed] Because I think hes
  doing more to our heads than just making them look good. And Im
  gonna go to his salon and find out.
Jaime Sommers: Thats a cheap shot, Jaime.

Margheritas Mother: The most important thing is to be on the winning
  side!

Jaime Sommers: [about the hairdressing salon] Yall have a very busy
  place here.
John Bernard: Yeah, well, its getting there. Someday Id like to
  have every congress woman, senators wife and even the first lady
  come in here.
Jaime Sommers: Youre also very ambitious.

Julie Ann Hooper: How did you meet Mrs. Merrill?
Ned Merrill: Oh, I - On a boat. Going to Europe one summer. I was
  with a - with a bunch of students down in steerage. And one night I
  sneaked up to the first class salon, and there she was.
Julie Ann Hooper: Oh, how romantic and old-fashioned!
Ned Merrill: Now wait a minute! It wasnt that long ago!
Julie Ann Hooper: Well, I - I mean it sounds so much more
  *passionate* than a computer.

Barbara Stanley: Mr. Lanser, are you all right?
Carl Lanser: Yes yes, Im all right. Its just that I have these
  crazy feelings.
Barbara Stanley: Of what?
Carl Lanser: A feeling of doing things, saying things.
Barbara Stanley: The feeling that youve done them before?
[Lanser nods]
Barbara Stanley: I know that feeling. Ive had it occasionally. Being
  in a room somewhere and being able to swear that youve been there
  before. Even the conversation seems identical to another time.
Carl Lanser: And the people?
Barbara Stanley: Yes, and the people too.
Carl Lanser: How odd. I dont seem to recall... I dont seem to
  recall getting on this ship... or anything else for that matter.
  Its suddenly as if I woke up and found myself standing on deck and
  hearing your voices coming from the salon.
Barbara Stanley: Like amnesia?
Carl Lanser: No, not really. I know who I am. Im Carl Lanser. I am
  Carl Lanser. I was born in Frankurt, Germany. Im in the...
[goes blank]

[Anton has tracked the human bait to the old hair salon. The vampires
  are hiding]
Anton Gorodetsky: Night Watch! Everyone step out of the the Twilight!

C.J. Barnes: [Bad French Accent] What we have here, Cate, is a Trash
  & Dash.
Cate Hennessy: Whats that?
C.J. Barnes: [Bad French Accent] The coolest kids in school throw a
  party. They rent a fancy hotel room, trash the place, then dash out
  the door without paying. Trash & Dash.
Cate Hennessy: You used to do that?
C.J. Barnes: I said the cool kids! I asked all my friends about it,
  theyre like "no! Its a myth!"
Cate Hennessy: You know, that actually makes sense. The hotels, the
  beauty salon, the cool kids didnt invite you. Thanks, C. J.
C.J. Barnes: [Bad French Accent] You have to admit, Cate, the worlds
  a much more interesting place with me around.
Cate Hennessy: C. J., why are you talking like that?
C.J. Barnes: I dont know.

[Ross going to get a spray-on-tan at a salon]
The Tanning Salon Guy: Alright Mr. Gellar, right this way. So, how
  dark do you want to be? We have 1, 2, or 3.
Ross: Well uh, I like how you look, what are you?
The Tanning Salon Guy: Puerto Rican.
Ross: Two, I think, a two.

Rocky: [at open mic night] Lets see I did a song for Porkys Bar-B-Q
  Pit, the Sweaty Dog Hair Salon... Hey, I even did one for Mayor
  Higgins when he was running for mayor last year!
Mayor Higgins: And thats what everyone says won me another 4 years!
Rocky: Rock on! Hey I bet youd have even won if there was someone
  running against you, too!
Mayor Higgins: Dont you know it!

Cookie: Have you ever bought a ticket to the Junkies Boneyard,
  Roman. Its an unpleasent place, called "Curl up and die". Might
  sound like a hair salon, but it dont fucking look like one, I
  could tell ya. Its a terrible sight, and a horrible sound
  listening to a man,
[sucking noise]
Cookie: , suck in his soul through the hole in the pipe. Its even
  worse when he tries to tear it back. Ive been there, and Ive done
  that.
Cookie: And then I nailed that Demon in a smoke proof coffin, and I
  did it all with Johnny. I love that man, hes what you call class.
  And if you had any fucking brains, Roman, youd love him too. You
  know his music sales have gone up 1000% in two weeks. You see,
  Johnny the crackhead, knows that a rocker is worth more dead than
  alive, silly world isnt it? Mr. Quid does not get his gear from
  me, he has to travel, far and wide. But do leave me a number, and
  if, the dead, feels like calling, youll be the first to know.

Justin Bond: [to Sofia] Its a salon for the gifted and challenged.
  Thats Alice. Shes got a cunt like a wizards sleeve.

Ashley Freund: [to Wendy] Wen! So were ready for graduation tonight?
  Were going to the tanning salon afterwards, and we are so totally
  cool if you wanna come-with.
Ashlynn Halperin: Totally!
Ashley Freund: and just like talk, heres my cell. I already have
  your number.

[Gus is attempting to gather information at the tanning salon]
Salon Attendant: May I help you?
Burton Gus Guster: Yes. Im here for a tanning appointment.
Salon Attendant: Um... for yourself?
Burton Gus Guster: Yes, for the Insta-Tan process. I would like
  that.
Salon Attendant: But... you...
Burton Gus Guster: Yes?
Salon Attendant: I dont understand.
[beat]
Burton Gus Guster: Okay, look... screw it, I cant do this. Have
  you ever seen either of these two guys here before?

Burton Gus Guster: He says its the single guys trying to keep up
  on their tans.
Shawn Spencer: Single guys?
Burton Gus Guster: Yeah.
Shawn Spencer: Maybe thats it. Maybe some woman is targeting singles
  at the salon. Question is, what kind of loser thinks getting a tan
  is gonna help him score a woman?
[Henry walks out in a robe]
Shawn Spencer: Dad?

Tanning Salon Employee: Let me get this straight. You want to put
  your baby into a tanning bed.
Mac: Thats correct.
Tanning Salon Employee: Im sorry, thats against the law.
Mac: Look pal, we are well aware of the law, ok? We dont want to jam
  you up here, we just want to put him in there for a couple of
  minutes.
Dennis Reynolds: Just to get a base...
Mac: Just to get a base.

Collins: In honor of the death of Bohemia, an improtu salon will
  commence immediately following dinner. Maureen Johnson, back from
  her spectacular one-night engagement at the eleventh street lot,
  will sing Native American tribal chants backwards through her
  vocorder, while accompanying herself on the electric chello, which
  she aint never studied.
Roger: And Mark Cohen will preview his new documentary about his
  inability to hold an erection on high holy days.
Mark: Mimi Marquez, clad only in bubble wrap, will perform her famous
  lawn chair-handcuff dance to the sound of iced tea being stirred.
  And Roger will attempt to write a bittersweet, evocative song.
Roger: [picks up a guitar and plays]
Mark: That doesnt remind us of Musettas Waltz.
Collins: Angel Dumont Schunard will model the latest fall fashions
  from Paris while accomanying herself on the 10 gallon plastic
  pickle tub.
Angel: And Collins will recount his exploits as an anarchist,
  including the tale of his successful reprogramming of the MIT
  virtural reality equipment to self-destruct as it broadcast the
  words:
All: Actual reality! Act up! Fight AIDS!

Gordon: Im afraid the right, sweet root beer has slipped out of our
  tiny paws. I mean its not like we can dress up as girls and crash
  the party.
Mr. Blick: Yeah... unless, we dress up as girls and crash the party!
Waffle: Then we can play *beauty salon makeover*! [giggles giddily]
Mr. Blick: Gordon, bag of bees.
Gordon: Aye, bag of bees.
[Gordon hands Mr. Blick a bag of bees, Mr. Blik shakes the bag, and
  sticks it on Waffles head]
Waffle: Hello, bees, how are you? [Bees sting Waffle, sending Waffle
  screaming in pain]