Scene opens to Nic Cage in a Newport Beach barber shop where an elderly man in a classic white barber jacket is washing Nic's slightly long and unkempt hair.
"I don't know, I just feel like I'm doing too many action movies so I'm not sure I should take the role." Nic's eyes are closed as to shield soap and over-spray.
"Don't ask me for advice, I just cut hair for a living." He rinses Nic's hair and begins to gently town dry the actor's scalp.
They stand, walk together to the black leather seat. The barber pumps the lift a couple times with his polished penny-loafers.
"How would you like it?"
"Oh, you know. I guess, just, like, give me business man with style type do. Short, and trimmed on the sides."
"You got it." The barber pulls out a pair of styling shears, combs Nic's mane back, and brushes the bangs forward. As he places the stringy hair between his fingers, Nic stops him.
"Wait. What's that say on the scissors?"
"Oh, it's just the brand. Conair."
"Stop, Ed! It's a sign. My hair must grow!"