Ed Crane: And through it all, we cut the hair.
Ed Crane: Life has dealt me some bum cards. Or maybe I just haven't played 'em right, I don't know.
Birdy Abundas: You know what you are? An enthusiast.
Ed Crane: Sooner or later everyone needs a haircut.
Ed Crane: I was a ghost. I didn't see anyone. No one saw me. I was the barber.
Reidenschneider: Science. Perception. Reality. Doubt. Reasonable doubt.
Ann Nirdlinger: Knowledge can be a curse.
Reidenschneider: The more you look, the less you really know. It's a fact, a true fact. In a way, it's the only fact there is.
Reidenschneider: I litigate. I don't capitulate.
Doris Crane: Good luck with your goddamn cherries.
Reidenschneider: You say he was being blackmailed, by who? You don't know. For having an affair, with who? You don't know. Did anyone else know about it? Probably not, you don't know.
Ed Crane: Time slows down right before an accident, and I had time to think about things. I thought about what an undertaker had told me once - that your hair keeps growing, for a while anyway, after you die, and then it stops. I thought, "What keeps it growing? Is it like a plant in soil? What goes out of the soil? The soul? And when does the hair realise that it's gone?"
Reidenschneider: No talking out of school. What's out of school? Everything's out of school. I do the talking. You keep your trap shut. I'm an attorney. You're a barber. You don't know anything.
