Elf: I don't think there's much you can do with my hair as short as it is. Unless you want to shave my head and give me a wig.
Serge: My dear Lieutenant, you've amazed us with your martial prowess, and the gadgetry of your trade.
Serge: Now let us amaze you... with fashion tools only available to the flakymost layer of society's upper crust.
Kevyn: Did he just say "flakymost?"
Ennesby: Death is too good for this one.