Nick: Let's call your hairdresser and tell him that you want to shave your head because your fame lies in your face
Harry: Ok
Nick: Let's call and convince Sam that I'm in love with you
Harry: Ok
Nick: Let's call your stylist and tell her you think Louis' let himself go
Harry: I can't say that, no
Nick:
Harry:
Nick:
Harry: Let's tell her I want golden crotchless tights instead
