Martin (barber)

Walt Kowalski: — You could talk about a construction job you just came from and bitch about your girlfriend and your car. <...> Just talk about people who are not in the room. You could bitch about your boss making you work overtime when it's bowling night.
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Thao: — Yeah, but I don't have a job, a car or a girlfriend.
Barber Martin: — Jesus. I should've blown his head off when I had the chance.
Walt Kowalski: — Yeah. Maybe so. Now, okay, I want you to turn around and go outside… and come back, and don't talk about having no job… no car, no girlfriend, no future, no dick.

— There. You finally look like a human being again. You shouldn't wait so long between haircuts, you cheap son of a bitch.
— Yeah. Well, I'm surprised you're still around. I was always hoping you'd die and they'd get somebody who knew what they were doing. Instead you just keep hanging around like the doo-wop dago you are.
— That'll be 10 bucks, Walt.
— Ten bucks? Jesus Christ, Martin. What are you, half Jew or something? You keep raising the prices.
— It's been 10 bucks for the last five years, you hard-nosed, Polack son of a bitch.