RICH & PAUL & HOWARD SHARE A MOMENT

     Howard:  (rubs chin)  Rich, you use that Gilette Sensor,
          right?
     Rich:  (rubs chin)  Yeah, why?
     Howard:  You go down first or just up?
     Rich:  Down then up on the right, just up on the left.
     Howard:  You start on the right?
     Rich:  (Nods.)
     Howard:  You should try the Tracer.  I like it better than the
          Sensor.  I never ever cut my--
     Paul:  You think Pearljam're better than The Doors?
     Rich:  (rubs chin)  Tracer, eh?  Lemme try yours and I'll
          return a verdict.  Did The Doors ever really rock?  
     Howard:  The fuck does that mean?  I hate when people say
          that.  That doesn't mean anything.  I dunno much about
          music, but I know one thing--
     Rich:  I *live* my *life*.
     Howard:  Very funny, Daddy-O.
     Paul:  Well, Pearljam *rocks*.
     Rich:  They do.
     Howard:  Chris Cornell--they guy from Sound--
     Rich:  He's got good stompin' feet.
     Paul:  I'll tell Brian to let him know you think so.
     Rich:  And I like his back arch too, but sometimes it looks
          like he's got this muck on  his teeth--
     Paul:  You're sitting too close to the TV, man.
     Howard:  Yeah--this weird fuzz shit.
     Paul:  Rich, who cut your hair this time?
     Rich:  (runs hand through hair)  I went up to Joseph
          Anthony's.
     Paul:  I wouldn't let his *momma* touch my hair!
     Howard & Rich:  Huh?
     Enter Maria and Pam and Karen.
     Paul:  You cut it shorter this time.  Real short.
     Maria:  That's for that Ohio girl.  He could care less what it
          looks like *here*.
     Pam and Paul:  (look at each other) Funny business.
     Rich:  Yeah, you see this part over here.  I asked him if he
          could make it look any more goofy.  He said, "Nope,
          couldn't possibly."  So here I am.  Hey Paul, what's a
          strop made out of? Is that just leather?  How does
          leather sharpen a razor?
     Paul:  You ever have a barber shave you with a straight razor?
     Rich:  (rubs chin)  Nope?
     Paul:  You gotto!  It's the best. Come with me to that place
          across from the Reading Market.  The place with the
     barber pole. It's the best.  The hot towel.  The whisk.  
     Howard:  The dirt.
     Karen:  The disease.
     Maria:  The completely unhygienic--
     Pam:  (sits in Paul's lap, squeezes Paul's face)  But he gets
          it so smooth!
     Rich:  Maybe next week, I'll go with you.
     Howard:  Count me in.
     
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