Quint tried to blow the strand of hair out of his sight, but it kept dropping back to annoy him.
“Damn it, man! Just cut the freaking thing!”
Quint glanced at his friend out of the corner of his eye and smiled. “I would if I could. But it’ll just grow back. Everything always grows back.”
“Did you expect something different when you asked me to bring you across? There are benefits to being immortal, you know.”
“Yeah, yeah. So you keep saying. I’d like to know how I’ll keep my tan without using that spray shit.”
“Eat often, dude.”