[Mr. Bean was bored to wait for barber and plays with the scissors and comb. Suddenly, the door opens and a woman and a young boy comes in]
WWoman
Sorry, can i just leave Jamie here with you? I mean, i just left my purse in the shop back there, so just give him a good haircut, will you? Be good Jamie, it's a terrible mess.
[Bean uses a bowl and scissors to trim the boy's sides, then an electric cutter to shave the middle, making the old man hair style.]
JJamie
Yeah, yeah, they're great!
[Bean quickly puts the boy's cap to his head to hide his style.]
WWoman
All right, keep the change!
DDerek
Whoa, sorry about that. Suzie's usually here Tuesdays. [The same phone rings again] Two minutes.
RRoger
(enters) Morning, Derek!
RRoger
The usual please, Derek.
[Bean puts Roger with cover, then the man with ponytail enters inside again.]
BWBord Won's
I was first. Just the split ends at the back. (Bean sprays the man's hair, and uses the mirror, but steals a picture from the board, and presents the man with the mirror with the picture.) All right, keep the change.
DDerek
Oh dear, what a day!
RRoger
Thanks, Derek! Very nice.
WWoman
Right! Where is he?
WWoman
Well, what on earth do you call this!? (removes Jamie's cap, revealing the artistic hairstyle Bean gave him)
WWoman
You don't like it.
WWoman
Shut up Jamie. Now look, listen to me...
DDerek
What are you trying to say?
BWBord Won's
Oi! Where's my ponytail?!
WWoman
What I am trying to say?! My son looks like an alien! (Bord presents Derek the cut part where his hair used to be)
DDerek
Don't shout, madam!
BWBord Won's
Have you got any idea how long it took me to grow that?
WWoman
(to Bord) Excuse me, excuse me! (to her son) Shush!
BWBord Won's
Nearly two and a half years, and your man chopped it off in less than two minutes! Where is he?
(Bean with the Prince Charles calendar/picture is walking sideways, passing Derek and the angry customers.)
RRoger
Have you seen this!? (points at his ruined hair, then bows at Bean, thinking he was Prince Charles) Sir! (Bean twirls his two fingers.) Derek, have you gone mad? (indistinct arguing)
BWBord Won's
Your assistant, where is he?
WWoman
Derek, whatever your name is...
(Bean, still wearing the calendar, peeks at the door and leaves)
OMOld man
Would you like a go? (Bean gives some coins to him) Thank you.
(Bean plays the wire, but another buzzer sounds and he returns the object back)
OMOld man
Another one? (Bean gives more coins to him) Thank you.
(Bean snaps the plug under the table game, then moves the object to the other side of the wire without any buzzing sounds.)
OMOld man
Well done, sir.
(The old man notices the plug and outlet cut by Bean.)
(Cut to another parlor game, this time it is called "Hit the Headmaster", a man with glasses facing a large board with a picture of a headmaster. A girl giggles as she throws sponges on the face of the headmaster. She misses three times.)
(Bean wants to play Hit the Headmaster, and gives coins to the man with another bucket of sponges and some large rings)
MMan
Thank you very much.
(Bean squeezes the first sponge to prove it is wet and soft, then throws toward the headmaster, but misses. Bean snickers, then throws two more sponges, one reaching above the headmaster's face, he laughs, then throws the last sponge, but also misses. Bean looks at the bucket with no sponges, then drops the bucket. Burst of laughter from the audience as he throws cans of peas from a nearby table at the headmaster, frightening the headmaster. He also throws a cereal box. He gets two more cans of peas.)
MMan
Oi, oi, oi! (Hands the can, but throws the other one to the headmaster, but misses again. Bean goes off-screen, and back, preparing to throw a chair)
MMan
No! (The man takes the chair away from Bean. Bean glares at the headmaster, with little reaction from the headmaster)
