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'Lay off, Rogers, I'm doing it.'
'B-but Bucky, it looks fine - actually it looks, um, really good...'
'No. I'm getting it cut and there's nothing you can do to stop me.'
'Please, Buck; it suits you. You look all brooding and handsome...'
'The fuck I do, I look like a hobo.'
'You look much cleaner than a hobo, Buck.'
''Well that's a real compliment.'
'Thats not what I-'
'I'm getting it cut, end of story.'
'But Thor never even got a chance to braid it!'
'He can go braid his brother's if he's so desperate.'
'Loki died.'
'Oh yeah. Well, he can braid Nat's then.'
'She's had it pixie-cut for the next film.'
'They went with pixie cut?'
'I know.'
'Wow.'
'Don't get a pixie cut, Bucky.'
'I'm not gonna get a fucking pixie cut!'
'But it still won't be the same.'
'Of course it won't; that's the whole fucking point of a haircut.'
'You could always just get it trimmed - maybe a fringe would look good-'
'Rogers. I'm not a fucking girl. It's all going short, back to how it used to be.'
'... Can I at least hold a short service afterwards to mourn the loss?'
'NO YOU FUCKING CAN'T!'
'Oh. Well me and Nat were going to have one anyway. We knew this day would come.'
'What the-? No. I'm not even gonna ask.'
'It's a rather amusing story-'
'I'm leaving now.'
'Actually, I have to say I'm with Cap on this. Don't know the value of a good head of hair til you don't have one.'
'Shut the fuck up Sam.'