Let's see.... I think it starts out:"I promise faithfully, with shears and tongue, to cut a bitch...."
Welcome dearest kabuki!
"I don't know much about clothes, but my hair looks fierce!"Jx
i pledge allegianceto the fagof the united patesof this here hair salon.
"Miss Truvy, I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair. "
I, state your name, due hereby pledge my life and career to making the world a more beautiful place. And to the enemy, namely wash and wear hair, I say unto thee "Satan, get OUT of my salon." For the Bouffant is my aspiration, but I shall not want. My duty is great than good hair, there is consultation with the client, shampooing, conditioning, coloring, trimming, rolling, drying, more trimming, back combing, shaping and my responsibility to set my work in Adorn, or White Rain if Todd isn't looking. And then, there is the gossiping. When My client walks out, her head held high, I shall gloat. But I shall turn to the next client and say unto her, What'll be, darlin'? So help me Vidal Sassoon.