Mr. Bean

Roger:
Morning, Derek!

Derek:
Good morning.

Roger:
The usual please, Derek.

(doorbell)

Man with ponytail:
I was first. Just the split ends at the back. (Bean sprays the man's hair, and uses the mirror, but steals a picture from the board, and presents the man with the mirror with the picture.) All right, keep the change.

Derek:
Oh dear, what a day!

Roger:
Thanks, Derek! Very nice.

Derek:
Roger? Roger!

Woman:
Wait, where is he?

Derek:
Whoa! What... what?

Woman:
Where is he? What on earth do you call this?! (removes Jamie's cap, revealing the Bean's artistic hairstyle)

Jamie:
But I like it.

Woman:
You don't like it.

Jamie:
I do!

Woman:
Shut up, Jamie. Now look, listen to me...

Derek:
What are you trying to say?

Man with ponytail:
Oi! Where's my ponytail?

Woman:
...what I am trying to say, my son looks like an ape! (the man presents Derek the cut part where his hair used to be)

Derek:
Don't shout, madam!

Man with ponytail:
Have you got any idea how long it took me to grow that?

Woman:
(to the man) Excuse me, excuse me! (to her son) Shush!

Man with ponytail:
Nearly two and a half years, and your man chops it off in less than two minutes! Where is he?

(Bean with the Prince Charles calendar/picture is walking sideways, passing Derek and the angry customers.)

Roger:
Have you seen this? (points at his hair, then bows at Bean, thinking he was Prince Charles) Sir! (Bean twirls his two fingers.) Derek, have you gone mad? (indistinct arguing)

Man with ponytail:
Your assistant, where is he?

Woman:
Derek, whatever your name is...

(Bean, still wearing the calendar, peeks at the door and leaves)