No, I'll wear my hair down, since I have these fine clothes on.

How do they wear their hair?

You wear your hair in a pompadour

Do you always wear your hair like that?

You must wear your hair like her portrait.

And hair down to here.

They just wear you down and wear you down until you're almost grateful to get into that gas chamber.

We're told what to wear and how to do our hair and how to behave.

You will eat horse meat every day, drink koumiss and wear coins in your hair.

Let your hair down a little.

We've all got our hair down.

Take your time and wear him down.

You'll be dressed in white and your hair will be long, just the way you wear it.

If you want to wear your hair long, clean it else you'll soon get lice and smell.

Is my hair coming down? Or... Something?

Is my hair coming down? Or... Something?

Not here and now with my hair down.

Come sit down and I'll comb your hair.

I can't have my hair down like a girl.

They're just trying to wear us down. This continual noise...

But he had such long hair, down to his shoulders

And in those days, my hair was down to my waist,

Get your hair down over your eyes and undo your buttons.

Oh, I'm tired of pretending too. Let's both let our hair down.

Big man, and he had hair, in his words, down to his ass.

Let's all let our hair down We're in the same boat

I was gonna put it down as a deposit, on a hair dryer.

I put my trust in time... and waited for the rock to wear down.

I don't want my hair cut. I don't want my eyebrows up or down.

Look, Mr Devlin, I'm sick at heart for ever letting my hair down with you.

Wear whatever you want to wear.

With a cripple, you know you've got him... if you keep your distance and wear him down.

Your hair, you had your hair....

The leper in whom the plague is shall wear torn clothes, and the hair of his head shall hang loose. He shall cover his upper lip, and shall cry, 'Unclean! Unclean!'

The leper in whom the plague is shall wear torn clothes, and the hair of his head shall hang loose. He shall cover his upper lip, and shall cry, 'Unclean! Unclean!'

Do you like my hair? Your hair?

I'll wear it now No. Never wear new clothes...

It's not what you wear, it's how you wear it.

Hair!

Spiky hair spikier than this. Kind of orange hair.

The hair dresser is cutting the hair with scissors.

Lieutenants wear.

Wear it.

It's your fault, Lena. Comb my hair. Comb my hair.

Meanwhile, the boys, looking like miniature waiters, their hair glued down with pomade, stepped carefully to keep their new trousers clean.