“Farrakhan got everybody together for the Million Man March and everything. But Farrakhan don't like the Jews. Which is bugged. I get my hair cut on Dekalb Avenue. I never been in a barbershop and heard a bunch of brothers talking about Jews. Black people don't hate Jews. Black people hate white people! We don't got time to dice white people up into little groups. I hate everybody! I don't care if you just got here. "Hey, I'm Romanian." "You Romanian cracker!"” PeopleIfsMenLittlesCareFunnyTogetherHateBlackWhiteTalkingMillionsComedyCuttingHeardGroupsBrotherHairI HateJewDon't CareBunchHeyI Don't CareMarchBlack PeopleAvenuesDiceDon't HateCrackersHair CutBarbershop Author:Chris Rock
“With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.” ChanceWindHairWindowBlowHey Author:Bruce Springsteen
“Hey, have you heard that one about the difference between me, Wit, and my loutish cousin, Hilarity? No? Okay, so I walk into a bar, you see, very unassuming, and order a martini. Then the bartender, Hilarity, hauls off and squirts me in the face with a seltzer bottle, ruining my n ice new camel hair suit, dousing my monocle and my watch fob, soaking my cravat. So, do I let him have what for, and blow my top? I do not. I simply say: Sorry, I believe I said 'very dry'.” BelieveSaidFacesOrderI BelieveDifferencesWalksWatchesHeardHairOkaySorryBlowWitBarsSuitsIceHeyDryBottlesCousinCamelsHaulBartenderMartiniSoakingSaying SorryUnassumingHilarityMonocles Author:Chip Kidd
“Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eying us side by side in the mirror. "Sure is, girlfriend." Eric grinned at me.” SaidSidesColorHairMirrorsHeyGirlfriendEricSookie Stackhouse Author:Charlaine Harris
“Hey!” I said, indignation filling me. “I’m immortal! Doesn’t that mean I won’t get saggy boobs and gray hair? Because if it doesn’t mean that, I want a refund—” IfsWantMeanSaidHairHeyImmortalGrayFillingIndignationGray HairRefunds Author:Katie MacAlister
“Hey, our hair's the same color," I said, eyeing us side by side in the mirror. Sure is, Girlfriend." Eric grinned at me. "But are you blond all the way down?" Don't you wish you knew?" Yes," he said simply. Well, you'll just have to wonder." I am," he said. "Blond everywhere," I could tell as much from your chest hair." He raised my arm to check my armpit. "You silly women, shaving your body hair," He said, dropping my arm.” WayWellsSaidBodyWishSidesWonderColorHairArmsMirrorsRaisedYour BodySillyChecksHeyGirlfriendChestsDroppingWish YouEricShavingArmpitsBody Hair Book:Dead in Dixie Source: Dead in Dixie
“Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!” LightEyeLyingNightDiesBlackTreeSkyHairSkinsDelightBonesSmellFatsHeyEmsCracksBeardToastsTorchesDwarvesFerns Book:The Hobbit Source: The Hobbit