““We're going to be matchmakers and find the perfect girl for Barrett." "I already told them that every girl is perfect, and that's the problem--cant pick just one." "You're full of shit," Taylor waved him off. "All right, first of all--do you prefer brunette, blonde, ginger, or bald?" "Yes," Barrett said confidently. "Which one?" Taylor asked. "All of them." "Even bald?" I asked. He shrugged. "Could be sexy.””
