Nick:Let's call your hairdresser and tell him that you want to shave your head because your fame lies in your faceHarry:OkNick:Let's call and convince Sam that I'm in love with youHarry:OkNick:Let's call your stylist and tell her you think Louis' let himself goHarry:I can't say that, noNick:Harry:Nick:Harry:Let's tell her I want golden crotchless tights instead9213890
